Blueberries For Breakfast
The Mamas"Blueberries For Breakfast" is a song by The Mamas, released in 2012 in the Pop genre. The song is 2:44 long and contains 40 lines and 205 words.
0:14Blueberries for breakfast
0:17Love in the afternoon
0:20Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
0:27Blueberries for breakfast
0:30Love in the afternoon
0:33Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
0:40Drive you to the airport
0:43Wait 'til it's time to go
0:46I've checked the weather report
0:50They say it will not snow
0:53And all the planes can come and go
0:59But I think the ceiling is too low
1:04So you can't go
1:06Blueberries for breakfast
1:09Love in the afternoon
1:16Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
1:20New York fire
1:22Burning just a little too bright
1:25Manhattan firefly
1:29Never make it through the night
1:32Somehow she came out alright
1:39Through the darkness
1:40See her light shining bright
1:45Blueberries for breakfast
1:49Love in the afternoon
1:55Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
1:59I'm gonna have to call the cops
2:02If you don't leave me alone
2:05Stop waiting at the bus stop
2:08Trying to walk me home
2:11The FBI
2:12The CIA
2:13You know they'll never leave you alone
2:19And I will cut you to the bone
2:25Blueberries for breakfast
2:28Love in the afternoon
2:31Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
2:38Blueberries for breakfast
2:41Love in the afternoon
2:44Butterflies in my trousers under the August moon
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
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