Rapp bu*terflies are very strong They only cry when they're called upon I wish I knew The bu*terfly in you The moth will play with the dirty flame And end up burning inside But the bu*terfly she is the flame When there's so much pretty There's so much pain I think I see Where all the bu*terflies must be Upon a rock A beautiful thing Until the rocks come together On her dusty wings I think I know Where all the bu*terflies must go bu*terflies are very strong They only cry when they're called upon I think I see The bu*terfly in thee Won't you spread your wings On me