Chrous:


I'll be a monarch butterfly I'll be king among the moths
Can I be your favourite concubine? And I'll turn tricks if I get lost.


Verse 1:

Your broken english makes me ^^&$#*

your perfect spanish makes me weak I'm such a creep
And if i lived in New York City
I'd fall in love once a week I'm yours to keep


Chorus:


I'll be a monarch butterfly I'll be king among the moths
Can I be your favourite concubine? And I'll turn tricks if I get lost.


Verse 2:

You can make a decent living

doing anything you hate and them's the breaks
And If I die before my wedding
get someone else to cut the cake 'cause I'm too fake


Bridge:


I'm alive now thank you oliver
I'm alright now because of her
I'm in her hive now she's at the top of the stairs

I've arrived now and I'm not gonna share no

End:


No I won't like a monarch butterfly
Like your favourite concubine I'm king.