Lyrics Regina Spektor – Aching To Pupate

Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
repeats 4x
Pu-pupate, pu pate,

I should peddle butterflies
There’s a shortage in the city,
I’ll stand on the street corner
All myserious and giddy,
When the passers by pass by
I will open up my trenchcoat,
They will see the butterflies
Dangling like fake rolexes…

Every morning I wake up
With a purpose and a smirk
I’ll put on my fake moustache
I’ll drink heineken eat cornflakes…

Then I’ll call my mum and dad
Tell them that I’m doing fine,
Or I’ll write a tipsy letter
To a real good friend of mine,
Or I’ll jump upon the bed
Waltzing madly with the broomstick
But before I leave the house
I will paint my lips with lipstick…

But peddling is a dirty sport
There’s competition in the city,
Everyone is on a street corner
All mysterious and giddy.
Some are selling bags and shoes,

And how I’m
Aching to pupate
Aching to pup-p-p-pate
repeats 4x
Pu-pu-pate, pupate,
Pupate, pu-pu-pate, pu pa-ate.