Aching to Pupate歌词

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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 pu-pu-pate pupate