It happened again last night It happened again alright Honey it makes me want to cry Too late I fell out of bed Hit the ceiling instead I'd turned into a bu*terfly God didn't spend much time This was a hit and run Clearly the wings were oversized In all, nothing was right Still it was quite a sight I'd turned into a bu*terfly But the last time I looked in a mirror It looked like it was going to be fine And the last time I looked in the mirror It looked like it was going to be fine Baby I don't know why Wasn't I the average guy And I was almost satisfied To be just one in the crowd Not too tall or too loud I turned into a bu*terfly Tired but always clean Staying away from dreams So I lie sleepless by your side most nights A twitch in my back Gently life would attack I'd turned into a bu*terfly But the last time... Once past the drowning panic And the longing to fly Whatever I see in the mirror I'm sure that it's going to be fine