Buttercup
You talk about the junk you did
Like you talk about climbing trees
You look like a little kid
With bruises on your knees
You will never cop
To the damage that's been done
You will never stop
'Cause it's too much fun
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
You already suck me dry
Can't do it any more honey
You rough me up and make me cry
And you wanna borrow money
You say you feel like a failure
And you wish you cold take it all back
Well, honey I gotta tell you
It's a little too late for that
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Glory is an act of the other
You're always feeling bad
Maybe couldn't talk to your mother
Or stand up to your dad
You want my forgiveness
That I'll give to you
But you got yourself into this mess
There's nothing I can do
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
First time I saw you
You would make me melt
The last time I saw you
You hit below the belt
You might have a beautiful mouth
You might have beautiful eyes
But soon or later, it all goes south
You tell too many lies
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Like you talk about climbing trees
You look like a little kid
With bruises on your knees
You will never cop
To the damage that's been done
You will never stop
'Cause it's too much fun
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
You already suck me dry
Can't do it any more honey
You rough me up and make me cry
And you wanna borrow money
You say you feel like a failure
And you wish you cold take it all back
Well, honey I gotta tell you
It's a little too late for that
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Glory is an act of the other
You're always feeling bad
Maybe couldn't talk to your mother
Or stand up to your dad
You want my forgiveness
That I'll give to you
But you got yourself into this mess
There's nothing I can do
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
First time I saw you
You would make me melt
The last time I saw you
You hit below the belt
You might have a beautiful mouth
You might have beautiful eyes
But soon or later, it all goes south
You tell too many lies
Now you want somebody to be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup
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Writer(s): Lucinda Williams
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