Regina Spektor - Aching To Pupate - Текст песни

Aching to pupate

Aching to pup-p-p-pate...


Pu-pupate, pu pate,

Pu-pate, pu-pupate, pu pa-ate…


I should peddle butterflies 

There's a shortage in the city 

I'll stand on a street corner 

All mysterious and giddy 

When the passers-by pass by 

I will open up my trenchcoat 

They will see the butterflies 

Dangling like fake rolexes 


Every morning i'll wake up 

With a purpose and a smirk 

I'll put on my fake moustache 

I'll drink heineken, eat cornflakes 

Then i'll call my mom and dad 

Tell them that i'm doing fine 

Or i'll write a tipsy letter 

To a real good friend of mine 

Or i'll jump up on the bed 

Waltzing madly with the broomstick 

But before i leave the house 

I will fill my lips with lipstick 


But peddling is a dirty sport 

There's competition in the city 

Everyone is on a street corner 

All mysterious and giddy 

Some are selling bags and shoes 

Some are selling books and gold 

I've been standing here for days 

Not one butterfly's been sold 


And how i'm aching to pupate... 

Aching to pup-p-p-pate

(repeats 4x)

Pu-pu-pate, pupate,

Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate