Butterfly from First Cut by Whisky Christy & The Half Pint Orchestra

In a flurry of smokey essence
Nobody can deny her presence
Swings and sways with her hands upraised.
Body speaking in tight turns and twirls
Sexy gaze and flowing brown curls
Swings and sways with her hands upraised.
Just out of reach
Riding on sighs
Through the air like a sweet sweet butterfly.

Hungry stares from every corner
Oh the ghosts would like to own her
Swing and sway with their hands upraised.
All the maidens in a row so pretty.
All alone hearts full of envy
Swing and sway with their hands upraised
Just out of reach
Riding on sighs
Through the air like a sweet sweet butterfly.

Unaware of the stir she causes
Too and frow on the winds that blow
Drifting, spinning, she never pauses
Even when the doors are closed.

All the fires have now been put out.
Punch and Judy's have all be cast out
Swing and sway from the glasses raised.
From the rable there comes a flutter
On the air she still will flutter
Just out of reach
Riding on sighs
Through the air like a sweet sweet butterfly.

• Americana Blues
• Blues
• Greensboro