It starts with butterflies
Floating around in your insides
With all the sparks
Flying around with
Gentle touches
And sweet kisses
Something happens
And I don’t know why
As these butterflies
Turn into fireflies
These sparks turn into fire
Burning deep down inside
It leaves a tiny mark as
If it was a tiny scar
That will always be
Reminding me you were once there.
It always starts with butterflies.
Starts with Butterflies
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