Regina Spektor, could I possibly love you more?

“I should peddle butterflies — there’s a shortage in the city
I’ll stand on the street corner, all mysterious and giddy
When the passersby pass by, I will open up my trenchcoat
They will see the butterflies dangling like fake Rolexes
Every morning I’ll wake up with a purpose and a smirk
I’ll put on my fake moustache
I’ll drink Heineken, eat cornflakes…”