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  • 作词 : Phillips
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    Drive you to the airport, wait 'til it's time to go
    I've checked the weather report, they say it will not snow
    And all the planes can come and go
    But I think the ceiling is too low
    So you can't go
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    ??? New York fire ???
    Burning just a little too bright
    Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night
    Somehow she came out alright
    Through the darkness, see her light shining bright
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    I'm gonna have to call the cops, if you don't leave me alone
    Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home
    The FBI, the CIA, you know they'll never leave you alone
    And I will cut you to the bone
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
  • 作词 : Phillips
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    Drive you to the airport, wait 'til it's time to go
    I've checked the weather report, they say it will not snow
    And all the planes can come and go
    But I think the ceiling is too low
    So you can't go
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    ??? New York fire ???
    Burning just a little too bright
    Manhattan firefly, never make it through the night
    Somehow she came out alright
    Through the darkness, see her light shining bright
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    I'm gonna have to call the cops, if you don't leave me alone
    Stop waiting at the bus stop, trying to walk me home
    The FBI, the CIA, you know they'll never leave you alone
    And I will cut you to the bone
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
    Blueberries for breakfast, love in the afternoon
    Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon