Blue Moscow

Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home I'll scratch your back, if you will scratch mine I'll flip them birds, don't have to say why I'll do anything, I'll do anything to please you But I won't go breaking hearts, I'm seeing Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home Big city, small town Ad I'm running on higher ground Hey, but that don't mean I'm okay I'm sitting in the dark, singing in the day Simply if I'm ever gonna change my ways And that I'm okay, I'm seeing Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home Blue, blue butterflies lost in Moscow They telling how, why am I supposed to go back home