Butterfly in my stomach,
Please talk to me!
Causing crazy cravings,
Why do you do this to me?
Making my palms sweat in an exasperating cold,
The dawn hasn’t emerged
Yet I know what you hold
The feeling you make me feel is for that someone
That makes my heart race and my mind crazy
The one who’ll always be there for me if I need them
Yes pretty butterfly,
Please talk and comfort me
I know why you’re here,
I know why you’re near,
I understand why you do this to me,
Tell me who,
Who is that someone to choose?
Give me a clue!
Is it the one who smells like peach-pie?
Or the one who sings like a lullaby?
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