Friday, December 5, 2008

Butterflies



Butterflies...that's what you give me
Those forbidden butterflies that aren't meant for you
Stolen butterflies that shouldn't be happening to me

Tipsy and pissy drunk with love
Talking to myself reliving our forbidden conversations
Tingly butterflies all over my skin

They say love can be interchanged for crazy
Am starting to believe they are right

Those butterflies...oh those butterflies

Things are happening that i do not want to happen
Shouldn't be happening at least not from you
But once again those butterflies never miss a season, a day, a night

I think it all started with the butterflies
That's what let me know
This won't be an ordinary conversation
This will be much more

Wishing it was more than butterflies and wishing it was less
To many emotions, real life and possibly a broken heart
But the butterflies just make you want to forget whats at stake
Put on that sly smile and go out late
Disappear into the dark with that dangerous smile
Waiting for those butterflies to send you wild
Forbidden butterflies
Butterflies...that's what you give me

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