Butterflies! Butterflies! AAAAHHHHH!
[mood| 
Giddy ]
Butterflies, they flutter and fly all around
in my stomach and nowhere near the ground.
Making me dizzy, making me sweat
Why did I ever think they'd be a beautiful pet?
They multiply and grow and soon you shall see
me carried away by these butterflies in me.
They all came from one little egg
filled with shock and surprise and confusion and dread
Is it true? Is it real? Can it all really be?
There is no way it can. Not to little old me.
It must be a prank, or something more mean
like a knife in the back of a kick in the splein.
But it is, this thing, it looks to be true.
"What is it" you ask, "that did come out of the blue?"
Something amazing, something wonderful
something stupendious and is in no way dull.
"What is it" you ask, "that has me all a flutter?"
Not that you perv! Get your mind out of the gutter!
Giddy ]
Butterflies, they flutter and fly all around
in my stomach and nowhere near the ground.
Making me dizzy, making me sweat
Why did I ever think they'd be a beautiful pet?
They multiply and grow and soon you shall see
me carried away by these butterflies in me.
They all came from one little egg
filled with shock and surprise and confusion and dread
Is it true? Is it real? Can it all really be?
There is no way it can. Not to little old me.
It must be a prank, or something more mean
like a knife in the back of a kick in the splein.
But it is, this thing, it looks to be true.
"What is it" you ask, "that did come out of the blue?"
Something amazing, something wonderful
something stupendious and is in no way dull.
"What is it" you ask, "that has me all a flutter?"
Not that you perv! Get your mind out of the gutter!