Songtexte Honey Jack Butterflies - Monica Riskey

Oh late at night, through thunder and rain
My tummy hurts, it feels joy and sounds of pain
Cause these butterflies are so insane
And I can′t describe, what I am thinking
My mind moves to fast, after runback
From drinking
And I won the marathon, but I'm still missing
You and those big brown eyes, with the little waist
And all the times you hold me tight and squish my face
(I can′t describe it, no I can't describe it)
(But I didn't know that butterflies could start up a riot)
You and your big white smile with the big butt too
I used to hold on to my ego but I let go for you
(I can′t describe it, no I can′t describe it)
(But I didn't know that butterflies could start up a riot)
At the end of the day, through sounds of construction
Your smile smile puts me into a seduction
And I, am not a morning person,
I swear you are the only one who is deserving
And the afternoon, I catch myself smiling
Most times I′m sober without any toxins
And this, it sounds way too funny
Cause I can't believe that I got so damn lucky with
You and those big brown eyes, with the little waist
And all the times you hold me tight and squish my face
(I can′t describe it, no I can't describe it)
(But I didn′t know that butterflies could start up a riot)
You and your big white smile with the big butt too
I used to hold on to my ego but I let go for you
(I can't describe it, no I can't describe it)
(But I didn′t know that butterflies could start up a riot)
And I, always found a way to make it cool
Even when I′m freaking inside, I'll tell myself I′m fine
And I, always used to find the words to say
But now I can't think straight
Don′t want you to get away
You and those big brown eyes, with the little waist
And all the times you hold me tight and squish my face
I can't describe it, no I can′t describe it
But I didn't know that butterflies could start up a riot
You and your big white smile with the big butt too
I used to hold on to my ego but I let go for you
But I didn't know that butterflies could start up a riot
You and those big brown eyes, with the little waist
And all the times you hold me tight and squish my face
I can′t describe it, no I can′t describe it
But I didn't know that butterflies could start up a riot
You and your big white smile with the big butt too
I used to hold on to my ego but I let go for you