They'll be drawn by the colors that you wear They will praise your capacity to care When they ask you to sell all you are because your rare Don't you dare, butterfly, don't you dare And they will look not with love, but with their eyes Brandish wallets larger than their hearts in size And at the end of the night, they will strip your will to fly So don't you cry, butterfly, don't you cry So don't you cry, butterfly, don't you cry And they will take you to a garden by the bay To a house where the art collecter stays At the end of the day, they will stab you on a page So fly away, butterfly, fly away So fly away, butterfly, fly away