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Titel: Butterfly
Artist: Crazytown
Chorus:
\n Come my lady. Come, come my lady.
\n You?re my butterfly. Sugar, baby
\n (X2)
\n
\n Such a sexy, sexy pretty little thing.
\n Fierce nipple pierce, you got me sprung
\n With your tongue ring.
\n And I ain?t gonna lie
\n ?Cause your loving gets me high
\n So to keep you by my side,
\n There?s nothing that I won?t try.
\n Butterflies in her eyes
\n And the looks to kill.
\n Time is passing
\n And I?m asking could this be real
\n ?Cause I can?t sleep
\n I can?t hold still.
\n The only thing I really know
\n Is she got sex appeal.
\n I can feel
\n
\n Too much is never enough.
\n You?re always there to lift me up
\n When these times get rough.
\n I was lost. Now I?m found
\n Ever since you?ve been around.
\n You?re the woman that I want.
\n So yo, I?m putting it down.
\n Puttin? it down
\n
\n Chorus
\n
\n I don?t deserve you.
\n Unless it?s some kind of hidden message.
\n To show me life is precious
\n Then I guess it?s true.
\n To tell the truth, I really never knew
\n ?Til I met you.
\n I was lost and confused.
\n Twisted and used up.
\n Knew a better life existed.
\n But thought that I missed it.
\n My lifestyle?s wild
\n I was living like a wild child.
\n Trapped on a short leash paroled
\n The police files.
\n And yo, what?s happening now?
\n I see the sun breaking,
\n Shining through dark clouds
\n And a vision of you
\n Standing out in the crowds.
\n
\n Chorus
\n
\n Hey sugar momma, come and
\n Dance with me.
\n The smartest thing you ever did
\n Was take a chance with me.
\n So, whatever tickles your fancy.
\n Girl it?s me and you like Sid and Nancy.
\n So sexy? almost evil
\n Talkin? about butterflies in my head.
\n I used to think that happy endings
\n Were only in the books I read.
\n But you made me feel alive
\n When I was almost dead.
\n You filled that empty space
\n With the love I used to chase
\n And as far as I can see,
\n It don?t get better than this.
\n So, butterfly, here is a song and it?s sealed with a kiss.
\n And a thank you miss.
\n
\n Chorus (repeat)
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