Lana Del Rey - Butterflies (Part 2)

LANA DEL REY vk.com/LDRey 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)