Duke Ellington — Black Butterfly

You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY With your wings frayed and torn Laughter's your's so is scorn As they point to you in shame You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY With your wings near fire But confess when your tire Is the candle worth the flame? Your Queen of the Night But with morning's early light There's not a hear to really call your own; So before it's too late Change your ways and repent Take my love that was meant For BLACK BUTTERFLY along You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY With your wings frayed and torn Laughter's your's so is scorn As they point to you in shame You're a BLACK BUTTERFLY With your wings near fire But confess when your tire Is the candle worth the flame? Your Queen of the Night But with morning's early light There's not a hear to really call your own; So before it's too late Change your ways and repent Take my love that was meant For BLACK BUTTERFLY along