Regina Spektor - Aching To Pupate lyrics

Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-p-pate [repeats 4x] Pu-pupate, pu pate, Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate... I should peddle bu*terflies There's a shortage in the city, I'll stand on the street corner All myserious and giddy, When the pa**ers by pa** by I will open up my trenchcoat, They will see the bu*terflies Dangling like fake rolexes... Every morning I wake up With a purpose and a smirk I'll put on my fake moustache I'll drink heineken eat cornflakes... 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 paint 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 bu*terfly's been sold... And how I'm Aching to pupate Aching to pup-p-p-pate [repeats 4x] Pu-pu-pate, pupate, Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.