Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow
They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home
Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow
They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home
I'll scratch your back, if you will scratch mine
I'll flip them birds, don't have to say why
I'll do anything, I'll do anything to please you
But I won't go breaking hearts, I'm seeing
Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow
They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home
Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow
They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home
Big city, small town
Ad I'm running on higher ground
Hey, but that don't mean I'm okay
I'm sitting in the dark, singing in the day
Simply if I'm ever gonna change my ways
And that I'm okay, I'm seeing
Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow
They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home
Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow
They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home