Regina Spektor - Aching To Pupate Lyrics
Aching To PupateAching To Pup-p-p-pate[repeats 4x]Pu-pupate, Pu Pate,Pu-pate, Pu-pupate, Pu Pa-ate...I Should Peddle ButterfliesThere's A Shortage In The City,I'll Stand On The Street CornerAll Myserious And Giddy,When The Passers By Pass ByI Will Open Up My Trenchcoat,They Will See The ButterfliesDangling Like Fake Rolexes...Every Morning I Wake UpWith A Purpose And A SmirkI'll Put On My Fake MoustacheI'll Drink Heineken Eat Cornflakes...Then I'll Call My Mum And DadTell Them That I'm Doing Fine,Or I'll Write A Tipsy LetterTo A Real Good Friend Of Mine,Or I'll Jump Upon The BedWaltzing Madly With The BroomstickBut Before I Leave The HouseI Will Paint My Lips With Lipstick...But Peddling Is A Dirty SportThere's Competition In The City,Everyone Is On A Street CornerAll Mysterious And Giddy.Some Are Selling Bags And Shoes,Some Are Selling Books And Gold,I've Been Standing Here For DaysNot One Butterfly's Been Sold...And How I'mAching To PupateAching To Pup-p-p-pate[repeats 4x]Pu-pu-pate, Pupate,Pupate, Pu-pu-pate, Pu Pa-ate.
