There is no peace, and nothing to show for it.

There is no love, and nothing to do with it,

I know who you are my sweet,

I've watched you from across the street,

I watch you , how I watch you...every day,

I want you, how I want you...in every way,

I want to steal you for myself,

I want you for me and no one else,

My sweet thing, my buttercup,

Shake that bigass thing, and shut the fuck up.

We met in Florida, and you held my hand,

But when departed, I failed to understand,

That you were never mine,

You were never mine.

UGH...We all get sick and die.

We all get sick and die,

We all get sick and die

We all get sick and die

We all get sick and die

This is a bit depressing. I am intrigued about your buttercup though.