[00:17.20]You're hot for God, but we all got a hunch that
[00:19.61]Maybe you've gone astray
[00:24.23]Control yourself, but it's so hard
[00:25.99]When you can look so good on Sunday
[00:31.43]I know he knows that I knew what he's thinking
[00:34.93]I know he knows
[00:38.72]I know he knows that what he's doing is wrong
[00:43.17]But I just tell him "go on, sing a sad song."
[00:46.51]My baby has an eye for pretty things, pretty things
[00:49.39]He thinks that little girls are butterflies and cuts their wings
[00:52.94]Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he's my beau
[00:56.49]Puts them on a roller coaster, lures them in with Coca-Cola!
[01:00.39]Boy, you've been catching butterflies
[01:06.26]All the girls believe your lies, don't they?
[01:10.94]Boy, you can pin me up if you like
[01:16.96]A pin-up in a lonely sky, baby
[01:21.01]You give me butterflies
[01:24.26]You're catching butterflies
[01:28.05]You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high
[01:35.74]You're hard to trap, but boy, you got a
[01:37.47]Secret that you cannot betray
[01:42.73]He likes it hot, you're burning up
[01:44.50]But baby boy, your secret is safe
[01:49.92]I know he know that I knew what he's thinking
[01:53.52]I know he know
[01:57.06]I know he know that what he's teaching is wrong
[02:01.27]But, honey, this preacher's song has got me too far-gone
[02:04.67]My baby has an eye for girls who sing, girls who sing
[02:08.01]He's lucky I'm the type, that's his thing, that's his thing
[02:11.40]Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he's my beau
[02:15.16]Dresses up in rings and rollers, poses as a Holy Roller!
[02:18.50]Boy, you've been catching butterflies
[02:24.62]All the girls believe your lies, don't they?
[02:29.16]Boy, you can pin me up if you like
[02:34.93]A pin-up in a lonely sky, baby
[02:39.39]You give me butterflies
[02:41.58]You're catching butterflies
[02:46.59]You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high
[02:54.14]These butterflies are in a golden cage, safe and bound
[02:58.10]I puts on "Lola" by The Kinks and he dances 'round
[03:01.65]And he's so happy that his feet don't even touch the ground
[03:04.95]And I'm in love cause I was lost and now I'm finally found
[03:10.43]Boy, you've been catching butterflies
[03:16.51]All the girls believe your lies, don't they?
[03:20.97]Boy, you can pin me up if you like
[03:27.10]A pin-up in a lonely sky, baby
[03:31.10]You give me butterflies
[03:34.30]You're catching butterflies
[03:38.25]You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high

You're hot for God, but we all got a hunch that
Maybe you've gone astray
Control yourself, but it's so hard
When you can look so good on Sunday
I know he knows that I knew what he's thinking
I know he knows
I know he knows that what he's doing is wrong
But I just tell him "go on, sing a sad song."
My baby has an eye for pretty things, pretty things
He thinks that little girls are butterflies and cuts their wings
Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he's my beau
Puts them on a roller coaster, lures them in with Coca-Cola!
Boy, you've been catching butterflies
All the girls believe your lies, don't they?
Boy, you can pin me up if you like
A pin-up in a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catching butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high
You're hard to trap, but boy, you got a
Secret that you cannot betray
He likes it hot, you're burning up
But baby boy, your secret is safe
I know he know that I knew what he's thinking
I know he know
I know he know that what he's teaching is wrong
But, honey, this preacher's song has got me too far-gone
My baby has an eye for girls who sing, girls who sing
He's lucky I'm the type, that's his thing, that's his thing
Sicko, psycho, sicko, but he's my beau
Dresses up in rings and rollers, poses as a Holy Roller!
Boy, you've been catching butterflies
All the girls believe your lies, don't they?
Boy, you can pin me up if you like
A pin-up in a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catching butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high
These butterflies are in a golden cage, safe and bound
I puts on "Lola" by The Kinks and he dances 'round
And he's so happy that his feet don't even touch the ground
And I'm in love cause I was lost and now I'm finally found
Boy, you've been catching butterflies
All the girls believe your lies, don't they?
Boy, you can pin me up if you like
A pin-up in a lonely sky, baby
You give me butterflies
You're catching butterflies
You give me butterflies, I'm fluttering, fluttering high