Light, love, life, relief
Sunlight streaming down the street
Burn the leaves, burn the light
Burn the girl too pure for sight
Hey girl what’s your number?
The teardrop leaves a shudder
Sight, shut, life, alive
Bottled butterflies again revived
Ask the hands, Ask the feet
Ask in a voice syrup sweet
Hey girl, lets get to know each other.
Run from that man who thinks he’s your lover.
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