there's a silver bike you know that I like 'cause I ride it on home to you there's a wind in the air just as smooth as your hair and I'm comming on home to you playing bu*terflies playing bu*terflies playing bu*terflies with you as the sun and the moon take the turns over june please don't leave me to soon in bloom it's the story of us and I feel that i must get it out of my system 'cause you're gone playing bu*terflies playing bu*terflies playing bu*terflies with you