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Buttercup (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

And i love to tie you up

And you love to let me down

We both try to cover it up

With a sound

You ain’t my buttercup

I ain’t your little fool

I know that ain’t a part of the deal

We’re through

It’s just a matter of time

It’s just a matter of time

And i’d love to share the cost

Butterfly

The reason why we need to fly, high away

It’s just a matter of time

It’s just a matter of time

Before we’re thrown back in the wheel!

Before we’re thrown back in the wheel!

Baby, i’ll be hard pressed

Maybe we’re more simple too

Ain’t a region of water!

Before we’re thrown back in the wheel!

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Buttercup (Letra)

Brad

Brad

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Gee your mom looked like shit last night
Hope that tinker toy boyfriend tonks her right
Then again, i could never tell a fist fight from fun
Maybe i’ve never really known anyone

Just sat still and spit in the fire
I thought i might strangle you but i couldn’t find a wire
You’ve never been the type to make your heart clear
Lest someone overhear

Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunk or not
But before they slipped away i swore i coulda heard
Them say you wanted me, to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup

The party reached a feverish pitch
Good time soldiers drunk and in a ditch
Infidelity a bomb that went off
That left the world to swerve and cough

Stepped over bodies strewn like shipwrecks
Love’s last call, warning puke reflex
Faith is for that frozen few
That never met someone quite like you

Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunk or not
But before they slipped away i swore i coulda heard
Them say you wanted me, to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup

Fish don’t know they’re short, they just feel sideways
And words to you are just the same, they shy away

When legs and limbs are all tucked in
You pull me close to you come night
And i just like a fleshy fruit and hung from the bowl of your side
Your lips may not sell or say
What your eyes give away
You’re sweet as pumpkin pie
I take the keys from your hand that stutters up
Let the night air sober you up
Driving home, you make me pull over
You press my hand gently as a four leaf clover

You say sweetheart, i’m a foolish man
I’m ornry and i’m stubborn like my coffee from a can
But without you i would shrivel up and die
Won’t you be my
Won’t you be my
Won’t you be my
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunk or not
But before they slipped away i swore i coulda heard
Them say you wanted me, to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
Buttercup, your buttercup, ducks, shnucks, shlucks, shucks