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