You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
With your wings frayed and torn
Laughter’s your’s so is scorn
As they point to you in shame
You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
With your wings near fire
But confess when your tire
Is the candle worth the flame?
Your Queen of the Night
But with morning’s early light
There’s not a hear to really call your own;
So before it’s too late
Change your ways and repent
Take my love that was meant
For BLACK BUTTERFLY along
You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
With your wings frayed and torn
Laughter’s your’s so is scorn
As they point to you in shame
You’re a BLACK BUTTERFLY
With your wings near fire
But confess when your tire
Is the candle worth the flame?
Your Queen of the Night
But with morning’s early light
There’s not a hear to really call your own;
So before it’s too late
Change your ways and repent
Take my love that was meant
For BLACK BUTTERFLY along