Butterfly

We are not born for ugly struggling in the maws of hateful geese
We bump along the lovely flowers but mostly suffer in the breeze
You best believe that some of us will die young
There so many colors yet to see
I'm petrified
What's it going to be Mrs. Butterfly

Mrs. Butterfly
Get your pants on
Put your gemstones on
And get your ass on the floor

I guess my feelings got the best of me and that shit is kind of true
So where were you when I was being delightful
Around the corner drinking dew
I should have known that all this fluttering looks like prey in broken sun
And I'm petrified because I ain't fooling anyone Mrs. Butterfly

Mrs. Butterfly
Get your pants on
Put your gemstones on
And get your ass on the floor

You said you were going to be there and I know you are going to be
We'll bump along the flowers and milk all the weed



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Ronay
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