She was a butterfly
so delicate and dangerous.
The perfect alibi: Too pretty to seem poisonous.
With the straightest face she'd say, 'I don't want to
be famous.
I know about guilded cages.'
Well life is just a tour bus baby and I just wanna be
loved.
Well, don't you just wanna be loved?
And I said:

Ooh, are you talking to me babe?
I'm not so blind I can't see babe.
Spreading your wings while you're sharpening your
nails.
Ooh, you're such a beautiful thing girl.
With such Gossamer wings girl.
What do you do when those pretty wings fail?

She was the monarch of the flower power scene.
With a brand new set of wings for each day of the
week.
One night at a party well she met a butterfly
collector
who said he'd really like to produce her.
He got her drunk on nectar and he pinned her in his
book.
And I said:

Ooh, it's over now baby.
Shot down in the clover now baby.
Well butterflies come and butterflies go.
Ooh, you should've thought it out girl
before you threw it out girl.
When you're flying so high it's so hard to come down.

She's a butterfly and she's rising.
She's a butterfly and she's rising.
She's a butterfly and she's rising now.
She's a butterfly and she's rising.
She's a butterfly and she's rising.
She's a butterfly, she's not coming down