Fiona Apple - Hot Knife
If I''m butter, if I''m butter,
If I''m butter, then he''s a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He''s showing the dancing bird of paradise.
He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I''m with him
If I''m butter, if I''m butter,
If I''m butter, then he''s a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He''s showing the dancing bird of paradise
I''m a hot knife, I''m a hot knife
I''m a hot knife if he''s a pad of butter.
If I get a chance, I''m gonna show him that
He''s never gonna need another, never need another.
If I''m butter, if I''m butter
If I''m butter, then he''s a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He''s showing the dancing bird of paradise
He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I''m with him
If I''m butter, if I''m butter
If I''m butter, then he''s a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He''s showing the dancing bird of paradise
I''m a hot knife, if I''m a hot knife
I''m a hot knife if he''s a pad of butter.
If I get a chance, I''m gonna show him that
He''s never gonna need, never need another.
He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I''m with him
If I''m butter, if I''m butter
If I''m butter, then he''s a hot knife,
He makes my heart a cinemascope,
He''s showing the dancing bird of paradise