Aching To Pupate Lyrics - Songs - Regina Spektor

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Pu-pupate, pu pate, 

Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate... 

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I should peddle butterflies 

There's a shortage in the city, 

I'll stand on the street corner 

All mysterious and giddy, 

When the passers by pass by 

I will open up my trench coat, 

They will see the butterflies 

Dangling like fake rolexes... 

Every morning I wake up 

With a purpose and a smirk 

I'll put on my fake mustache, 

I'll drink Heineken, eat cornflakes... 

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Then I'll call my mum and dad 

Tell them that I'm doing fine, 

Or I'll write a tipsy letter 

To a real good friend of mine, 

Or I'll jump upon the bed 

Waltzing madly with the broomstick 

But before I leave the house 

I will fill my lips with lipstick... 

But peddling is a dirty sport 

There's competition in the city, 

Everyone is on a street corner 

All mysterious and giddy. 

Some are selling bags and shoes, 

Some are selling books and gold, 

I've been standing here for days 

Not one butterfly's been sold... 

And how I'm 

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Aching to pupate 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate 

Pu-pu-pate, pupate, 

Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.