bu*terfly ...
bu*terfly ...
Orange and black, bright dusty wing
Flutter through fields where the summer birds sing
Blown like a paper, hour by hour
Over the gra**, from flower to flower
bu*terfly ...
bu*terfly ...
When flowers close and darkness grows deep ...
When children run home and stars start to peep ...
When it is nighttime, where do you sleep, bu*terfly?
bu*terfly ...
(?), soft as a rose
Rest on my hand; open and close
(??)
Tell me the secret; I have to know
(?)
When the moon rises, where do you go?
Where do you go?
bu*terfly ...
bu*terfly ...
bu*terfly ...
bu*terfly ...
bu*terfly ...
bu*terfly!