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Latest revision as of 12:35, 20 September 2016
Buttercup
Gee your mom looked
Like shit last night
Hope that Tinkertoy
Boyfriend tonks her right
Then again I could never tell
A fist fight from fun
Maybe I've never really known anyone
Just sat still and spit in the fire
I thought I might strangle you
But I couldn't find a wire
You've never been the type
To make your heart clear
Lest someone overhear
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunken up
But before they slipped away
I swore I could've heard them say
You wanted me to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
The party reached a feverish pitch
Good time soldiers
Drunk and in a ditch
Infidelity a bomb that went off
That left the world
To swerve and cough
Stepped over bodies
Strewn like shipwrecks
Love's last call
Warning puke reflex
Faith is for that frozen few
That never met
Someone quite like you
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunken up
But before they slipped away
I swore I could've heard them say
You wanted me to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
Fish don't know they're short
They just feel sideways
And words to you are
Just the same they shy away
When legs and limbs are all tucked in
You pull me close to you come night
And I'm just like a fleshy fruit
And hung from the bowl of your side
Your lips may not sell or say
What your eyes give away
You're sweet as pumpkin pie
I take the keys
From your hand that stutters up
Let the night air sober you up
Driving home you make me pull over
You press my hand gently
As a four leaf clover
You say sweetheart
I'm a foolish man
I'm ornery and I'm stubborn
Like my coffee from a can
But without you I would
Shrivel up and die
Won't you be my
Won't you be my
Won't you be my...
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunken up
But before they slipped away
I swore I could've heard them say
You wanted me to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
Tell me you need me
To be your buttercup
Your buttercup
Ducks, shnucks, shlucks, shucks