Madame Butterfly (Un Bel di Vedremo) - Malcolm McLaren
little sweet sweet
butterfly
i hear him crowing faintly
he thinks i'm still his sweet sixteen
i guess i'll tease him gently
calling madam butterfly
his angel plucked right from the sky
hide my baby in mystic places
i feel the fear that i might die
right in his arms and his embraces
softly kissing my eyelashes
got no right no right to doubt it
ain't no doubt no doubt about it
