Letras: Eskobar. Other. Butterflies.

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 coming on home
to you

playing butterflies
playing butterflies
playing butterflies
with you

as the sun and the moon
take the turns over june
please don't leave me too 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 butterflies
playing butterflies
playing butterflies
with you