Butterflies

I'm sure it's cold now that fall has settled in I hope you have a jacket built for that sharp Seattle wind Still see those amber eyes almost touchin' mine I can only pray no one's under your skin I hope it rains, rains, rains in Seattle Maybe it's cold enough to make you feel something When your lips kiss his like they once kissed mine I hope you don't get butterflies He better hold you tight You're out of sight, but not out of my mind Painful to let you go so I did it ahead of time Didn't miss a beat when the first guy caught your eye I fuckin' hope he's not under your skin But I know you were built to sin I hope it rains, rains, rains in Seattle Maybe it's cold enough to make you feel something When your lips kiss his like they once did mine I hope you don't get butterflies Barely blinked an eye as you left me behind I guess I hope he keeps you satisfied Seasons change and Seattle rain turns to cloudy days Just like the seasons I don't expect you to stay So I hope it rains, rains, rains in Seattle Maybe it's cold enough to make you feel something When your lips kiss his like they once kissed mine I hope, I hope, I hope I hope you don't get butterflies