, and say "go" and that is that New york city man, you just say "go" and that is that I'm a new york city man, you just say "go" and that is that It
ain't a bird, I ain't them others guys that get lost in the name You the butterfly and I'm the moth to your flame Love is dying while the mother's crying
cavalry) The eggs and wings (I give my children) Of butterflies A moth had settled upon his arm And he looked at it with a lazy eye And he lifted up a gigantic hand And
used to float like a butterfly once Is floatin' like a glorious moth And the fly girls you hung around with then Are lucky if they even take off Dresses and
moths a classroom's shabby butterflies Flirt in the glow of stranded telephone boxes Planning white lace weddings from smeared hearts And token proclamations
I'll tell you now of some I know And those I'll miss I hope you'll pardon Daffodils, heart's ease and flox Meadowsweet and lilly stalks Gentain, lupine and
A moth into a butterfly and a lie into the sweetest truth I'm so afraid of life I try to call your name but I'm silenced by the fear Of dying in your
break these moth wing feelin's Butterfly knives in the ceilin' Well, everyone, everyone's waitin' Detachments gets praised and completed You can say what you want and
're on Once you're on ain't no coming off Shine so much the sun could take a summer off Some of y'all dunno a butterfly from a moth Turn the El DeBarge
fight for your love again. Clear liquid pours from they eyes and this moth to butterflies. So its wings have been grafted and its colours line my casket
, and the rails, and the tracks and the tacks, and the black and the bats, and the shrivelled shrill lights trip and laugh over the weeds and the blossoms, and throats open shut and
, a needle and a spoon And they gave thanks to the heavens, but the devil held their hands And they walked that great divide between Disciples and partisans And the brown and
monkey's paw. You're a dead ringer for Madame Butterfly You're so necromantic Stitch my thigh Mixing molotov cocktails Snappy little fingers Venomous and
And all That Jazz [Announcer] Make that two) [Velma Kelly] And all that jazz And all that jazz Slick your hair And wear your buckle shoes And all that
a moth and a flame could ever spawn a love like this And YOU need something to taste Something just a little bit more sweet But I am sour and more sour
"Play Dead" A moth into a butterfly And a lie Into the sweetest truth I'm so afraid of life I try To call your name but I'm Silenced by the fear of
, baby Say "go" and that is that New York city man, you just say "go" and that is that I'm a New York city man, you just say "go" and that is that It'
us in the back With all the insects and the trash She is a lady, I'm the tramp Collecting stares from pairs close by Then flutters in the butterfly You just a moth