You
There trouble ahead
And won't you kiss me? We might this girl only sleep with butterflies
Look warm fly then boy Bullets look good from all the ground
I feel weep pens and needles around We may fall and stumble upon a carousel
It could take us any heat we hear
This way the bird you know I will find you A rib you need sometime I don't mind
I don't hold on to the tip of your kite
I'm like the girls that you know But I believe I'm not coming home to kiss you
We might this girl, this girl
This way the bird you know I will find you A rib you need sometime I don't mind
I don't hold on to the tip of your kite
I'm like the girls that you know But I believe I'm not coming home to kiss you
We might this girl, only sleep with butterflies
So go on and fly boy
