Tekstovi: Lucinda Williams. Blessed. Buttercup.

You talk about the junk you do
Like you talk about climbing trees
You live the life of a little kid
With bruises on your knees

You will never cop
To the damage that's been done
You will never stop
'Cause it's too much fun

Now you want somebody
To be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup

You already sucked me dry
Can't do it anymore, honey
You roughed me up and made me cry
Now you wanna borrow money

You say you feel like a failure
And you wish you could take it all back
But honey, I gotta tell you
It's a little too late for that

Now you want somebody
To be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup

One reason after the other
You're always feeling sad
Maybe you couldn't talk to your mother
Or stand up to your dad

You want my forgiveness
And that I will give to you
But you got yourself into this mess
And there's nothing I can do

Now you want somebody
To be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup

The first time I saw you
You made me melt
The last time I saw you
You hit below the belt

You might have a beautiful mouth
You might have beautiful eyes
But sooner or later it all goes south
When you tell too many lies

Now you want somebody
To be your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup

Good luck finding your buttercup
Good luck finding your buttercup