My mind is a butterfly.
It flies right by,
this is a ramble,
my guitar plays by itself.
Jeepers is my heart.
I strum along,
my thoughts
flutter by and play
you a song.
A butterfly song,
'cause I forgot what it was
I was thinking.
But it flies right by.
Minding my own tune.
Over somewhere near the moon.
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