Molting Butterfly
hotter than well ... she handled it so swell ...
in his eyes she saw fire oh yes she could tell ...
he was her kind of master to ring her bell
oh she knew he had it for her and she knew why,
because she was the moon in his sky..
for HIM she was only shy.
oh she dreamed of him up high,
his hand upon her thigh,
that lady in his thought filled sky.
hotter than well ... she handled it so swell ...
in his eyes she saw fire oh yes she could tell ...
he was her kind of master to ring her bell
oh she knew he had it for her and she knew why,
because she was the moon in his sky..
for HIM she was only shy.
oh she dreamed of him up high,
his hand upon her thigh,
that lady in his thought filled sky.
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