Hot Knife - Fiona Apple

If I'm butter, if I'm butter
If I'm butter, then he's a hot knife
He makes my heart a cinema scope screen
Showing the dancing bird of paradise

He excites me
Must be like the genesis of rhythm
I get feisty
Whenever I'm with him

I'm a hot knife, I'm a hot knife
I'm a hot knife, he's a pat of butter
If I get a chance I'm gonna show him
That he's never gonna need another
Never need another

You can, you can, you can wild up around me
Maybe you could teach me something