Butter dripping from a tv screen
Dripping out of my eyes and ears
Fills my cup, my cup fills me up
With gold, saturated cheer
Golden, saturated cheer
Never been so sure of anything
'Cept expressions on the animal face
And when you face me there in your kitchen chair
I could drink your cup for days
Drink your cup for days
Oh It's magic
When you turn the dial of the radio
Our feet succumb to your finger and thumb
And there's butter on every note
Yeah there's butter on every note
Butter melting all over the dash
Into the leather of my car
And when I'm sullen nothing else can soften
The leather of my heart
Oh it's magic
When the sun is running like a yolk
Nostalgia clogging up my blood
And there's butter all over the road
Yeah there's butter all over the road
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Butter dripping from a tv screen
Dripping out of my eyes and ears
Fills my cup, my cup fills me up
With gold, saturated cheer
Golden, saturated cheer
Never been so sure of anything
'Cept expressions on the animal face
And when you face me there in your kitchen chair
I could drink your cup for days
Drink your cup for days
Oh It's magic
When you turn the dial of the radio
Our feet succumb to your finger and thumb
And there's butter on every note
Yeah there's butter on every note
Butter melting all over the dash
Into the leather of my car
And when I'm sullen nothing else can soften
The leather of my heart
Oh it's magic
When the sun is running like a yolk
Nostalgia clogging up my blood
And there's butter all over the road
Yeah there's butter all over the road
Dripping out of my eyes and ears
Fills my cup, my cup fills me up
With gold, saturated cheer
Golden, saturated cheer
Never been so sure of anything
'Cept expressions on the animal face
And when you face me there in your kitchen chair
I could drink your cup for days
Drink your cup for days
Oh It's magic
When you turn the dial of the radio
Our feet succumb to your finger and thumb
And there's butter on every note
Yeah there's butter on every note
Butter melting all over the dash
Into the leather of my car
And when I'm sullen nothing else can soften
The leather of my heart
Oh it's magic
When the sun is running like a yolk
Nostalgia clogging up my blood
And there's butter all over the road
Yeah there's butter all over the road
Writer: Alek Barkats
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