| Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
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| The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
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| He’s trying to say that he’s trapped,
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| He’s got gold chains and hairy chest
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| He’s making me sick in his Saturday night best
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| Shut your mouth, play on bounced
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| Money could be a…
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| Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
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| The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
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| What is your sign sweetcakes? |
| Have I seen
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| You somewhere before?
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| Can I check your tags?
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| I swear you were made in Heaven!
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| Disco fever, trampy hoes
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| El Comino and a confidential
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| Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin
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| The butterfly colour,
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| In the city gone pumpin, pumpin, pumpin, pumpin.
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| Put on your fatty gold chain,
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| You’re pimpin' and struttin' your stuff
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| Your walking down the aisle, acting like you’re above
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| Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
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| The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
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| The butterfly colour
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| 1. 2. 3. STOP!
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| Butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
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| The butterfly colour, in the city gone pumpin'
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| The butterfly colour
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| Then he saw the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen
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| That wide brimmed hat, that fake pink fur coat,
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| And those fishnet stockings
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| She was just like him, she was just like him,
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| She was just like him
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| A PIMP! |