Butterfly Nostalgia: Tell Me That It's Just a Phase

Tell Me That It’s Just a Phase

Oh, tell me that it’s just a phase?
Tell me that it’s just a phase?
She’s wearing tie-dye trench coats and optometrist shades
She dances over cracks and speaks with a tea haze
Don’t matter what I say that girl is gonna have her way
But tell me please it’s just a phase

What’s her daddy gonna say?
Oh, what’s her daddy gonna say?
She’s giving eyes to the batboys and trying to act tough
But there just ain’t nothing scary ‘bout a karaoke Goth
No matter what you say, she got to learn it the hard way
But tell me please
It’s just a phase

Now what’s her momma gonna do?
Oh, what’s her momma going to do?
She’s going bowling in high heels – won’t be back before two
Taking thirty story high dives into a three-foot swimming pool
And it don’t matter what you say, cause tonight won’t be the day
But tell me please
It’s just a phase

She’s talking jive to daisy pushers right off a boat back from Haiti
And Greek with dumpster divers down where talk ain’t cheap – it’s free
Drinking three-dollar whiskey to wash down all the caviar
She dives into a limo, leaving a glass slipper on the bar
Like some schizophrenic chameleon, I’m never quite sure who she is…
With blue ribbons in her hair and antifreeze in her kiss

Don’t matter what I say…
She’s gonna have her way…
But tell me please
It’s just a phase

But tell me please
It’s just a phase