The bleu papillon lover
May be running for cover
He thought he was so clever
That he could run a game forever
He loved one woman, no two
Well actually let me tell you
It is really three, maybe more
I simply lost count after four
Yes your passions got lit
When a line that you bit
Just sounded so true
From a lover papillon bleu.
But ask yourself if you will
Does he really give you your fill
Of love, affection, companionship, respect
Or does all of this make you expect
To lift your voice and shout
You bastard get the hell out