Little bu*terfly You must dry your eyes in waiting for this one youll misss the rising sun Little bu*terfly spread your wings and fly you weren't made to live in your cocoon wake up dear for it's half past soon dust off your wings this day a light breeze caresses you dandelion chauffers you on Little bu*terfly you must dry your eyes waitng for this one your colors turn to brown And flapping wildly in the nightime sky youll look for light that's burning far too bright