what I call a butterfly
she calls a colorfly
and I don't ask her why
I think she's got it right.
what I call a lullaby
she calls a sorry cry
to keep her by my side
but I don't really try
I think she's got it right.
what I call a drink or two
she calls a prelude to
too many in too few
and that I can't deny
I think she's got it right.
what she calls a trail of lies
I call an alibi
can't look her in the eyes
and I can't argue why
I think she's got it right.
what I call a butterfly
she calls a colorfly
she never said goodbye
I think she got it right.
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