When I live on my grandmother's back
the songs I heard
If you have a drink for your father
regular repertoire
oh oh I hate it because it's old
A rustic, obvious melody
After all, I have a different sense of music
From R&B to hip-hop to jazz
But these days I'm getting weirder
I'm just like my dad, if I only drink
I call to see if I can do this
I guess love is a mean butterfly
Wool Mother Aerobics Accompaniment
Obvious rhythm, rustic lyrics
Always a work meeting
In the end, the trot sang
oh oh I hate it
Uproar all over the place these days
Trot, you're not my style
I'm pop and chanson and the latest
But these days I'm getting weirder
A sticky melody that flows along the way
My heart is calling out to you
I guess love is a mean butterfly
But these days I'm getting weirder
It's nothing, tears are flowing
I hang my neck in the sky and break it
I guess love is a mean butterfly