Butterfly

The loony tunes
My melting room
My lampshade
Glowing like a worm
My stunning wife
With her cooking knife
Smoking a joint
To stop any strife
The park at dawn
That girl
Blowing on her horn
The afternoon
Butterfly
Coming out of it's
Cocoon
Whilst the music
Goes boom boom
I'm lying in
A green and pink room
I'm going to the dance floor
Soon, soon.