I'll be a monarch bu*terfly I'll be king among the moths Can I be your favourite concubine? And I'll turn tricks if I get lost. Your broken english makes me horny Your perfect spanish makes me weak I'm such a creep And if i lived in New York City I'd fall in love once a week I'm yours to keep I'll be a monarch bu*terfly I'll be king among the moths Can I be your favourite concubine? And I'll turn tricks if I get lost. You can make a decent living Doing anything you hate and them's the breaks And If I die before my wedding Get someone else to cut the cake 'cause I'm too fake I'm alive now thank you oliver I'm alright now because of her I'm in her hive now she's at the top of the stairs I've arrived now and I'm not gonna share no No I won't like a monarch bu*terfly Like your favourite concubine I'm king.