BUTTERFLY

I’m tak ing a mo ment, just i mag in ing that I’m danc ing with (Bbm7)you.

I’m your pole and all you’re wear ing is your (Cm7)shoes.

You got soul.

You know what to do to turn me on un til I write a song a bout you.

And you have your own en gag ing style.

And you’ve got the knack to viv i fy.

And you make my slacks a lit tle tight; you may un fas ten them if you like.

That’s if you (C)crash and spend the night.

But you don’t (Bbm7)fold, you don’t (Cm7)fade.

You got (Fm7)ev ’ry thing you need, es pe cial ly me.

(Cm7)Sis ter, you’ve got it all.

You make the call to make my (Cm7)day; in your mes sage, say my name.

Your talk is (Bbm7)all the talk.

(Cm7)Sis ter, you’ve got it all.

You’ve got it all.

Curl your up per lip up and let me look a round.

Ride your tongue a long your bot tom lip and bite down.

And bend your back and ask those (Gbmaj7)hips if I can touch.

’Cause they’re the (C7)per fect jump ing off point, get ting (C7)clos er to your but ter (Fm7)fly,

you float on by.

Oh, (Cm7)kiss me with your eye lash es to night.

Or (Dbmaj7)Es ki mo your nose real close to mine.

And let’s (C7)mood the lights and fi n’lly make it right.

But you don’t

You’ve got it all, you’ve got it (Cm7)all, you’ve got it all.

You’ve got it all, you’ve got it (Cm7)all, you’ve got it all.

You’ve got it all.

You’ve got it all.

(Bbm7)Doll, I need to see you pull your (Dbmaj7)knee socks up, let me feel you (Abmaj7)up side down, slide in side out, slide o ver here.

Climb in to my mouth now, child.

(Fm7)Scat…

But ter (Fm7)fly,

well, you land ed on my mind.

Damn right, you (Cm7)land ed on my ear and then you crawled in side.

And now I see you per fect ly be hind closed eyes.

I want to (C7)fly with you.

And I don’t want to lie to you.

’Cause I, ’cause I can’t re call a bet ter (Cm7)day, sun com ing to shine on the oc ca sion.

You’re an o pen mind ed (Cm7)la dy; you’ve got it all.

And I nev er (Bbm7)for get a (Cm7)face ’cept for may be my own.