Jyn-Ting Ying - They Call Me Madame Butterfly Lyrics

Madame Butterfly, they call me Madame Butterfly
Madame Butterfly, they call me Madame Butterfly
My skin is as thin as rice paper stretched across a frame
Madame Butterfly. My lips as red as a temple door
Madame Butterfly. I am not like other women
Madame Butterfly
I won't walk, won't talk, without you
Madame Butterfly. I'll wait in a field of snow
In a field of snow, listening for the click of your heels on ice
In a field of snow, I'll wait for your black leather shoes
When your hands touch my cheeks
I'll blossom like a cherry tree
Mouthless
Flower in the snow
Mouthless
Madame Butterfly
I won't walk, won't talk, without you
Madame Butterfly
I'll raise my head
I'll fix my eyes on you
I'll fix my eyes on you
I'll fix my eyes on you
Won't you recognize me
You know you do
I'm Madame Butterfly
Won't you recognize me
You know you do
I'm Madame Butterfly
Madame Butterfly
I won't walk, won't talk, without you
Madame Butterfly. They call me Madame Butterfly
You were the one wearing my voice
Making incisions inside me
How perfectly smooth
How blank the interior
How perfectly smooth
Pale as the lining of a clam
Madame Butterfly
I won't walk, won't talk, without you
Madame Butterfly. They call me Madame Butterfly
Madame Butterfly, but you grow tired of inhabiting me
Retreat
Your heels on ice
Retreat
Your black leather shoes
Retreat
I'll fix my eyes on you
You retreat from my pink lacquered shell
Madame Butterfly. They call me Madame Butterfly
I won't walk, won't talk, without you