Hot Knife Songtext

von Fiona Apple

If I'm butter, if I'm butter
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife
He makes my heart a cinemascope
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise

If I'm butter, if I'm butter
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife
He makes my heart a cinemascope
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise

He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him

If I'm butter, if I'm butter
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife
He makes my heart a cinemascope
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise

I'm a hot knife, if I'm a hot knife
I'm a hot knife if he's a pad of butter
If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that
He's never gonna need, never need another

I'm a hot knife, if I'm a hot knife
I'm a hot knife if he's a pad of butter
If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that
He's never gonna need, never need another

(And you can, and you can, and you can wild up around me)

(If I'm butter, if I'm butter
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife
He makes my heart a cinemascope
He's showing the dancing bird of paradise)

(And you can, and you can, and you can wild up around me)

I'm a hot knife, if I'm a hot knife
I'm a hot knife if he's a pad of butter
If I get a chance, I'm gonna show him that
He's never gonna need, never need another

(And you can, and you can, and you can wild up around me)

He excites me
Must be like a genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him...