Lana Del Rey - Butterflies (Part 2) | Текст песни

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LANA DEL REY
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You're hot for God but we all got a hunch that maybe you’ve gone astray
Control yourself but it’s so hard when you can look so good on Sunday
I know he knows that I know what he’s thinking, I know he knows
I know he knows that what he’s doing is wrong, but I just tell him,
“Go on and sing your sad song.”

My baby has an eye for pretty things, pretty things
He thinks that little girls are butterflies and clips their wings
Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he is my beau
Puts them on a roller coaster, lures them in with Coca-Cola!

Boy, you’ve been catching butterflies
All the girls believe your lies, don’t they?
Boy, you can pin me up if you like
A pin-up in the lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You’re catching butterflies
You give me butterflies, I’m fluttering, fluttering

You’re hot to trot but boy you’ve got a secret that you cannot betray
You’re like so hot, you’re burning up, but baby-boy your secret is safe
I know he know that I know what he’s thinking, I know he know
I know he know that what he’s teaching is wrong, but honey this preacher’s song
Has got me too far-gone

My baby has an eye for girls who sing, girls who sing
He’s lucky I’m the type, that’s his thing, that’s his thing
Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he is my beau
Dresses up in rings and rollers, poses as a holy-roller!

Boy, you’ve been catching butterflies
All the girls believe your lies, don’t they?
Boy, you can pin me up if you like
A pin-up in the lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You’re catching butterflies
You give me butterflies, I’m fluttering, fluttering

These butterflies are in their golden cage, safe and bound
He puts on “Lola” by The Kinks and he dances ‘round
And he’s so happy that his feet don’t even touch the ground
And I know love ‘cause I was lost and now I’m finally found

Boy, you’ve been catching butterflies
All the girls believe your lies, don’t they?
Boy, you can pin me up if you like
A pin-up in the lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You’re catching butterflies
You give me butterflies, I’m fluttering, fluttering, fluttering…

(Sicko, psycho, sicko, psycho, sicko)
(Sicko, psycho, sicko, psycho, sicko)

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