Lana Del Rey - Butterflies, Pt. 2 lyrics
Lana Del Rey [Elizabeth Woolridge Grant] New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Lana Del Rey - Butterflies, Pt. 2 lyrics]
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
Knew 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, sing a 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's 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 a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catchin' butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering
Fluttering high
You're hot to trot, but boy, you got a
Secret that you cannot betray
He likes it hot, you're burning up
But baby boy, your secret is safe
I know he know that I knew 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's 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 a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catchin' butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering
Fluttering high
His butterflies are in a 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'm in 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 a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catchin' butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering
Fluttering
Fluttering, fluttering
Fluttering, fluttering fluttering
(Psycho, sicko, psycho)
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
Knew 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, sing a 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's 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 a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catchin' butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering
Fluttering high
You're hot to trot, but boy, you got a
Secret that you cannot betray
He likes it hot, you're burning up
But baby boy, your secret is safe
I know he know that I knew 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's 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 a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catchin' butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering
Fluttering high
His butterflies are in a 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'm in 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 a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catchin' butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering
Fluttering
Fluttering, fluttering
Fluttering, fluttering fluttering
(Psycho, sicko, psycho)