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You were an innocent child before I laid my hands on you
And all that pain that you held inside
Was just waiting to bloom in a darkened room
And you just flew right into the light and came alive
My little butterfly
Well, you'd never known love and you'd never known pain
But you found out that they were just like wine and champagne
You could drink a little more, then you hurt a little less
And you'd get that butterfly feeling underneath your dress
And your promises would turn into lies
then you'd fly
My little butterfly
Now I'm lying here, babe, on your side of the bed
And I've got unclean thoughts flying through my head
And I'm thinking about love, yes I'm thinking about pain
And I'm thinking about some way that I might feel good again
Yes, I'm thinking about my little butterfly
My friend Parker is a painter
a poet and a groove
He came around on Wednesday
and made me think about you
Now, he's soon to be a daddy-o
and yes I am. too
This is for you M.B.
You made me so
Happy
Now Lenny's got the trousers
And Bobby's got the wig
There's a lot of friendly people
I'm not so sure about this
Little Prince has got the cream
I've got a new drum machine
This is for you M.B.
You taught us all
How to be groovy
All the children are dancing to the music
And the music never stops
Do you think that they know something we know not?
We're going to rock
Just like Marc
We're going to be groovy
You up and leave me, cold turkey
When you know I could not tie my own shoe
This does not please me, no not exactly
Guess you do not give a damn for my love
Everybody knows that she's worse than religion
No, you do not cross a woman in love
Every garden grows at the turn of the season
But Paris in the spring doesn't mean a damn thing to my baby
You beat me up, you put me down
You slander my name all over town
Guess I'm big enough to roll with the punches
But you bruised me, you abused me damn good
Everybody knows that she's worse than religion
No, you do not cross a woman in love
Every garden grows at the turn of the season
But Paris in the spring didn't do a damn thing
I love you so, so much
You love me so, so what?
You used to be mean
You used to be cruel
But you were laughing then
And it was no accident
Where did the mean man go
Is he chasing his shadow?
Is he unhappy to report
That the gentleman he found is a terrible bore?
You know it all
You've got all the answers
But if that's the case
What's with the long face?
It's very easy to be brave
With your good foot in the grave
It's very easy to be cold
When there's no one in the world you want to know
It's very easy to be suave
When you're on your guard
Like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore ?
Is it hard to let go
At the foot of the rainbow
Just to be informed
That the chase was your reward?
Here, have a crock of gold
Keep it for when you're old
Like a week on Tuesday
Hey, wise men say
It's very easy to be brave
With your good foot in the grave
It's very easy to be cold
When there's no one in the world you want to know
It's very easy to be suave
When you're on your guard
Like you always are
The sun goes down and now the shadows arise
The morning is broken as you mourn your life
You smile at your neighbors as you lock your doors
You face up the mirror, mister, pimp or whore ?
Put me in the ground.
If it's good for me
And it's good for you
Won't you stay with me
And I will stay with you, baby
Do you ever wonder
about the way you move?
You know what it does to me
You've got nothing to prove
Do you ever think about
your natural grace?
And how it is that it came to you
And landed on your sweet face
Every day that I go without you, baby
Is a rainy day
I'm gonna get up in the morning
I'm gonna work all day
If that's what it takes
To be with you
If it's good for me
And it's good for you
Won't you stay with me
And I will stay with you , baby
Waking up is hard to do
Except when I'm lying next to you..
If it's good for me
And it's good for you
Won't you stay with me
And I will stay with you , baby
Heaven is the shadow of your lip
I'm a lonesome alcoholic for your kiss
Should I sit around and wait
Well I had a chance
I hesitate
To ask you for the pleasure of your company
What would you say?
Would you think about it, right now?
I've been put upon, I ’ve been passed round forever
And I'm waiting for the thirteenth of never
Should I swear to be true
Should you give a damn what I say or do
Well, I'm asking for the pleasure of your company
What would you say?
Would you think about it, right now?
A lover, a cheat, I've got everything you need
And I'm asking for the pleasure of your company
What do you say?
Baby?
Because it's been a long time
Baby?
Think about it.
You just saved my life
Now, this may not be what you had in mind
Would you love me to death, my dear
Oh, no no, she said
Better alive than dead
When are you going to come home
Are you waiting for the end of the world?
When are you going to come home
And be loved by the ones you love?
It's a senseless, vain desire
To be loved by everyone
You won't take my money
You don't find my jokes that funny, do you?
If I took you to the Hollywood Bowl
Oh, no no she said
Radio City Music Hall..
..And be loved by the ones you love
It's a senseless, vain desire
To be loved by everyone
When are you going to come home
Are you waiting for the end of the world?
When are you going to come home
And be loved by the ones you love?
Don't hesitate
There is no time like now
For you to break
The habits of a lifetime, babe
Get on your pony and ride
Make no mistake
We're going to cry at your funeral
T bone steak
French fries
For heaven's sake
Your belly's bigger than your eyes
All you can eat
For a dollar and a dream
And the drinks are on the house at the funeral party
If you don't know what's good for you, boy
Eat your fried greens and pray
Nobody loves you more than we do
Sha la la la la la, hey
Sugar kick
Sugar kicks like a mule
Ain't that the truth
And you're a strawberry fool
Look at your hips
Look at the cream in your coffee
You could whip it
Or we could cry at your funeral
If you don't know what's good for you, boy
Eat your fried greens and pray
Nobody loves you more than we do
Sha la la la la la, hey
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