Madame Butterfly Is In Trouble Lyrics - Singles - Conway Deborah

Deborah Conway 

It was all in black and white 

And now I feel so blue 

One piece of crinkled paper 

Making short work of you 

The whole thing's a muddle 

But Madame Butterfly is in trouble 

There was a plan made 

But not followed 

What will they say about tonight 

It was written in the stars 

That we three would collide 

You and me sprawled in the rubble 

(And our good friend) Madame Butterfly is in trouble 

You know it's all just howdy doody 

So why get so uptight 

Love's a frame-up 

Whoever's out there could be in bed with me tonight 

I'd take anyone just to cuddle 

That's why Madame Butterfly's in trouble 

And if God looked me straight in the eye 

And told me he loved me 

I'd think he was lying 

So what hope have we got? 

If we all dress like Liberace 

And dance like Fred Astaire 

If we become so much larger 

Than our little lives could bare 

It's the riddle in the bubble 

(coming out of some cartoon) 

And Madame Butterfly's still in trouble 

Call me diva 

Call me princess 

Put me on the stage 

Let me sing high take my clothes off 

And watch you be outraged 

I need to shock and make you goggle 

(very immature) 

But Madame Butterfly lives to make trouble 

I was dreaming 

But I'm awake now 

And I have been deceived 

She's the sly one she's the sly one 

So why do I have to leave 

But in the mirror I see double 

(she is me alright) 

And Madame Butterfly is trouble