You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings frayed and torn,

Laughter's your's so is scorn

As they point to you in shame.

You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings near fire,

But confess when your tire,

Is the candle worth the flame?

Your Queen of the Night

But with morning's early light

There's not a hear to really call your own;

So before it's too late,

Change your ways and repent,

Take my love that was meant

For BLACK BUTTERFLY along.

You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings frayed and torn,

Laughter's your's so is scorn

As they point to you in shame.

You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY

With your wings near fire,

But confess when your tire,

Is the candle worth the flame?

Your Queen of the Night

But with morning's early light

There's not a hear to really call your own;

So before it's too late,

Change your ways and repent,

Take my love that was meant

For BLACK BUTTERFLY along.