Three white butterflies to know you're near

I know they think, that it took somebody else
To make me beautiful (Beautiful)
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong
I know they think
That it took thousands of years
To put me together again
Like an experiment
Some big man behind the scenes
Sewing Frankenstein black dreams
into my songs
But they're wrong

God, if you're near mе
Send me three white buttеrflies
Or an owl to know know you're listening
Sitting while I'm drinking
Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing for sharks
in the Pacific
'Cause I'm good in spirit, warm body
A fallible deity wrapped up in white
I'm folk, I'm jazz, I'm blue, I'm green
Regrettably also a white woman

But I have good intentions
if even I'm one of the last ones
If you don't believe me
Look at my poetry or my melodies
Feel it in your bones
I have good intentions even
if I'm one of the last ones
(Ah-ha-ah, yeah, ah-ha-ah, yeah, ah-ha-ah, yeah)

Grandfather, please stand on the shoulders of my father
While he's deep-sea fishing
for all the things he's wishing
God, if you're near me
Send me three white butterflies
Or a map to know you're fishing
Impart on me your wisdom

It took somebody else to make me beautiful
Wonderful
As they intended me to be
But they're wrong

Three white butterflies to know you're near