Jewel Kilcher, born May 23rd 1974 is an American Grammy Award-nominated singer, songwriter, actress, poet and philanthropist, generally known just by her first name, "Jewel". Jewel was born in Payson, Utah, to Atz Kilcher, whose parents were German-speaking immigrants from Switzerland and Lenedra Carroll. She and her father sometimes earned a living by singing in bars and taverns. It was from these experiences she learned to yodel, a quality demonstrated in many of her songs. Jewel learned to play the guitar while on scholarship at the prestigious Interlochen Arts Academy in Interlochen, Michigan, where she majored in operatic voice.
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Buttercup Lyrics

Jewel

Gee your mom looked like shit last night
Hope that tinker toy boyfriend tonks her right
Then again, I could never tell a fist fight from fun
Maybe Ive never really known anyone
Just sat still and spit in the fire
I thought I might strangle you but I couldnt find a wire
Youve never been the type to make your heart clear
Lest someone overhear
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunk or not
But before they slipped away I swore I coulda heard
Them say you wanted me, to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
The party reached a feverish pitch
Good time soldiers drunk and in a ditch
Infidelity a bomb that went off
That left the world to swerve and cough
Stepped over bodies strewn like shipwrecks
Loves last call, warning puke reflex
Faith is for that frozen few
That never met someone quite like you
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunk or not
But before they slipped away I swore I coulda heard
Them say you wanted me, to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
Fish dont know theyre short, they just feel sideways
And words to you are just the same, they shy away
When legs and limbs are all tucked in
You pull me close to you come night
And I just like a fleshy fruit and hung from the bowl of your side
Your lips may not sell or say
What your eyes give away
Youre sweet as pumpkin pie
I take the keys from your hand that stutters up
Let the night air sober you up
Driving home, you make me pull over
You press my hand gently as a four leaf clover
You say sweetheart, Im a foolish man
Im ornry and Im stubborn like my coffee from a can
But without you I would shrivel up and die
Wont you be my
Wont you be my
Wont you be my
Words drown in your martini glass
Entire sentences slowly drunk or not
But before they slipped away I swore I coulda heard
Them say you wanted me, to be your buttercup
Say you need me to be your buttercup
Buttercup, your buttercup, ducks, shnucks, shlucks, shucks