Butterflies in wintertime
Morning frost purple sky
Butterflies in the belly
Crusty snow beneath his feet
As he walks home from her place
Where he forgot his sad face
Thinking "A girl like that
It's a miracle that we'd meet"
It was just like those movies...
She materialized beside him in a bar one evening
Said nothing that she was thinking of and sat down
His tiny world crumbled
All his shutters flew open
She was mysterious beautiful and dark
"If they'd make a movie about you"
Who do you think should play you?"
She replied and he said "No Wonder
It's the girl that played Joan Of Arc"
It was just like those movies
Where the hero gets the girl
Just like those movies...
A trail of clothes from the door to the bed
The fourteen stations of passion
Quickly they fell together
Limb to limb heart to heart
Hand pressed into hand
The thirsty kiss the trembling sigh
He found the rose of her breath
Where everything ends and everything starts
It was just like those movies
Where the hero gets the girl
Just like those movies...
Two butterflies in wintertime
Took a flight towards the sky
I watched their saintly journey
Jealousy and rage swept me off my feet
And he is still walking home from her place
With a smile upon his smug face
Thinking "A girl like that
It's a miracle that we'd meet"
It was just like those movies
Where the hero gets the girl
Just like those movies
But is this the real world?
It was just like those movies
Where the hero gets the girl
Just like those movies
But is this the real world?