Aching to Pupate Lyrics

Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate
Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate Aching to pupate
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I should peddle butterflies There's a shortage in the city I'll stand on a street corner All mysterious and giddy
When the passersby pass by I will open up my trench coat They will see the butterflies Dangling like fake Rolex's
Every morning I wake up With a purpose and a smirk I'll put on a fake mustache I'll drink Heineken, 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 real good friend of mine
Or I'll jump up 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 There's 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
Pupate Pupate Pupate Pupate Pupate