Butterflies Butterflies, don't wink on my eyes,
the wink of my eyes send shivers down my spine
the shiver down my spine makes me go weak in my knees
when I go week in my knees, I tend to bend down
when I bend down, I tend to sit on ground
when I sit on ground, I love to pick you
when I pick you, you again make me wink
when you make me wink, my cheeks go pink
Butterflies Butterflies, don't wink on my eyes
