Текст песни Conway Deborah - Madame Butterfly Is In Trouble
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Deborah ConwayIt was all in black and whiteAnd now I feel so blueOne piece of crinkled paperMaking short work of youThe whole thing`s a muddleBut Madame Butterfly is in troubleThere was a plan madeBut not followedWhat will they say about tonightIt was written in the starsThat we three would collideYou and me sprawled in the rubble(And our good friend) Madame Butterfly is in troubleYou know it`s all just howdy doodySo why get so uptightLove`s a frame-upWhoever`s out there could be in bed with me tonightI`d take anyone just to cuddleThat`s why Madame Butterfly`s in troubleAnd if God looked me straight in the eyeAnd told me he loved meI`d think he was lyingSo what hope have we got?If we all dress like LiberaceAnd dance like Fred AstaireIf we become so much largerThan our little lives could bareIt`s the riddle in the bubble(coming out of some cartoon)And Madame Butterfly`s still in troubleCall me divaCall me princessPut me on the stageLet me sing high take my clothes offAnd watch you be outragedI need to shock and make you goggle(very immature)But Madame Butterfly lives to make troubleI was dreamingBut I`m awake nowAnd I have been deceivedShe`s the sly one she`s the sly oneSo why do I have to leaveBut in the mirror I see double(she is me alright)And Madame Butterfly is trouble