Butterflies - Plastique

While she cries and hollers on and on\nI’m gonna get what I need\nI’m gonna get what I want\nAnd she screams real good\nUnder my breath\nI said I’d get what I need\nI said I’d get what I want\nBreaking her soul\nBreaking her open\nI’m like a razor blade\nFingers smell of her plea\nThere’s no room for dysfunction\nShe’s gonna gasp\nGonna gasp, girl\nIt’s so sweet you know\nButterflies and so\nWhile she cries and hollers on and on\nI’m gonna get what I need\nI’m gonna get what I want\nAnd she screams real good\nUnder my breath\nI said I’d get what I need\nI said I’d get what I want\nSo she calls my name\nAnd she calls it again\nIn pleasure or pain\nIt’s all the same\nIn freedom she trusts\nI don’t see all the fuss\nBring me honour\nBring me her dishonour!\nI need to hear her cry\nI need to hear her moan\nShe sounds so sweet\nI call her, «Sweet Princess»\nThere’s no room for malfunction\nShe’s gonna dance,\nGonna dance, girl\nIt’s so sweet you know\nButterflies and so