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Regina Spektor - Aching To Pupate Regina Spektor - Aching To Pupate |
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aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
pu-pu-pate
pupate
pupate
pu-pu-pate
pupate
I should peddle butterflies
there's a shortage in the city
i'll stand on a street corner
mysterious and giddy
when the passersby passby
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 a fake mustache
I'll drink a heineken and eat cornflakes
then i'll call my mom and dad
tell them that i'm doing fine
or i'll write a tipsy letter to a friend of mine
or i'll jump on the bed waltzing madly with the broomstick
but before i leave the house i will fill my lips with lipstick
but peddling is a dirty sport
lots of 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 pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
aching to pupate
pu-pu-pate
pupate
pupate
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