Regina Spektor "Aching to Pupate" |
Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-p-pate [repeats 4x] pu-pupate, pu pate, pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate� I should peddle butterflies there's a shortage in the city, I'll stand on the street corner all myserious and giddy, when the passers by pass by I will open up my trenchcoat, they will see the butterflies dangling like fake rolexes� Every morning I wake up with a purpose and a smirk I'll put on my fake moustache I'll drink heineken eat cornflakes� then I'll call my mum and dad tell them that I'm doing fine, or I'll write a tipsy letter to a real good friend of mine, or I'll jump upon the bed waltzing madly with the broomstick but before I leave the house I will paint my lips with lipstick� But peddling is a dirty sport there's competition in the city, everyone is on a street corner all mysterious and giddy. Some are selling bags and shoes, some are selling books and gold, I've been standing here for days not one butterfly's been sold� And how I'm Aching to pupate aching to pup-p-p-pate (repeats 4x) pu-pu-pate, pupate, pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate. Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |