Lletres: Tori Amos. Butterfly.

Stinky soul, get a little lost in my own.
Hey... General, need a little love in that, that hole of yours.
Well, one ways, now, and Saturdays,
And our kittens all wrapped in cement.
From cradle to gundrops- got me running girl, as fast as I can.

And is it right, Butterfly, they like you better framed and dried.
Ah hied, ah-haha, ah-haha, ah-anaha, hied.


An' daddy dear, if I can kill one man, a-ah, why not two?
Well, nurses smile when you got iron veins-
You can't stain their pretty shoes,
And pom poms and cherry blondes,
And their kittens still wrapped in cement.
From God's saviors to gundrops-
Got me running girl, as fast as I can.


And is it right, Butterfly, they like you better framed and dried,
Ha hied, ah-haha, ah-haha, aha laha-hied.


I got a pretty, pretty garden,
Pretty garden, yes, hey...
Got me a pretty, pretty garden,
A pretty garden, yes, hah...
Got me a pretty, pretty garden, pretty garden.