Butterfly Crush

Written by: Bortolotti, Smith

he's sex, amplified
so emo his mother cried
wrote a song when his goldfish died
now you sing along with every line
you want his heart, but to be fair
you'd settle for his underwear

you're in love again
it's a warm fuzz, fever buzz, rollercoaster rush
you're in love again
you gotta bonafide, tongue-tied, brain-fried, butterfly crush

she's sex, mortified
more goth than formaldehyde
stiletto boots with a tight corset
hotter than the devil and she knows it
she doesn't care that you exist
but you'd pierce your eyeball for just one kiss

we're all prone to infatuation
it's not a brand new revelation
you can hope for reciprocation
or just enjoy your imagination

he's sex, pacified
likes his women mystified
plays bone in a jam band
lights 'em up at burning man
you bought a hybrid to impress him
but all you want is to undress him