Miss Butters Lament
Waiting around for the first breath of spring
Nobody else seems to care
She waits patiently for the knowledge that she will
Have so much to give to someone
Waiting around for the knock at the door
Gentleman callers beware
Hoping to see all the flowers and candy he’s offered her
In every dream she’s ever had,
Mmmmmmmmmmmmmm
She don’t mind all the waiting around for someone to come along
Knows she’s about to be found before too long
Waiting around for the first breath of spring
She never noticed the snow on the ground
Spring never made it, somebody delayed it
For her again and the year before and the year before
And the year before, And the year before
by: José Duarte