Ode To Butterface

Spagetti Western Rock
"Her bodies pure perfection, it puts the'love' in lovely.  But from the neck up, the girl ran out of luck, 'cause her mug puts the 'ug' in ugly."







Intro

I’m in a quandary ‘bout the call girl on the corner.
She’s a freak ‘o’ nature, but I sure do adore her.
Her body’s pure perfection -- it puts the love in lovely.
But from the neck up, the girl ran out’a luck.
‘Cause her mug puts the ug in ugly.

That’s why I call her my Butterface...  Olé!!!


Verse One

This hooker’s a real looker, from the toes up to the neck.
But her face... what a train wreck.
Her body’s drop-dead gorgeous.
But her face... it’s downright torturous.
That’s why I call her my Butterface.

Chorus

Ohh, Butterface...
My Butterface...
Her body’s hot and rockin’,
But her face is really shockin’.
That’s why I call her my Butterface.

Verse Two

Her curves are all prime real estate, my friend.
But her face, it’s in ruins, it outta’ be condemned.
Her figure’s so delectable it makes my mouth a’dribble.
But her face is so detestable, Hannibal Lecter wouldn’t take a nibble.
That’s why I call her my Butterface.

Chorus

Ohh, Butterface...
My Butterface...
Her body’s hot and rockin’,
But her face is really shockin’.
That’s why I call her my Butterface.

Bridge

Her mustache make Geraldo’s look wimpish.
And that mole on her lip is quite blimpish.
Her eyes are so crossed it makes her nose look straight.
Her face... It don’t look so great!

Verse Three

Her behind is so damn fine, when she shakes it I can’t take it.
But her face is so Frankenstein, you gotta’ be blind to appreciate it.
And Leatherface’s face is frightful.
But her face makes his face look delightful.
That’s why I call her my Butterface.

Chorus

Ohh, Butterface...
My Butterface...
Her body’s hot and rockin’,
But her face is really shockin’.
That’s why I call her my Butterface.

Outro

You’d give her all your riches just to get inside her britches.
But for what’s above the collar you wouldn’t pay her a single dollar.
But I’ve got a soft spot in my heart for Butterface.
But since her face makes me gag, I’m gonna grab a paper bag.
‘Cause I can’t wait to conjugate at her place.
Yeah... Olé!!!





  









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