Butterflies

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