Butter Me Up

Let's lie out in the hammock and pretend to contemplate the stars,

if they shine bright tonight.

And if it's overcast then we'll find the shapes,

that the moon, and the clouds, and the shadows make.

Baby lets do this right.

And I'll fall for you, you fall for me,

We'll feed each other lines that we've only heard on the silver screen.

Or in fairy tales of make-believe and incandescent poetry,

Where they live happily ever after.

But we were only nineteen and I was learning all the ways to make you scream.

CH: Butter me up, well honey tell me it's love,

'cause I'm a hopeless romantic la de da.

I'll fly you to the moon where there's a table for two looking out at the best view,

And on certain nights you can hear the angels too.

But you're so cute when your hair's a mess,

and you laugh out loud while you're slipping out of your dress and into something more

comfortable well sometimes that's nothing at all.

The night was young and so were we,

I placed my hand between your knees and watched you try to catch your breath.

And while your heart rate increased rapidly,

all the things you'd like to do to me ran wild all through your mind.

But we were only nineteen.

CH: Butter me up, well honey tell me it's love, 'cause I'm a hopeless romantic la de da.

I'll fly you to the moon where there's a table for two looking out at the best view

And on certain nights you can hear the angels…

BR: I'll make you scream… but I'm still learning all the ways to make you…

CH: Butter me up, well honey tell me it's love, 'cause I'm a hopeless romantic la de da.

I'll fly you to the moon where there's a table for two and you can hear the angels,

oh you can hear the angels too.