Butterfly On The Move

(humm, ahh)

I love the way you jump up and sing to me

And I see a butterfly

The lights are on,

the trees are green I’m going down a step And this little

baby won’t stop crying

Come on, come on,

come on, come on,

come on, come on You look so pretty,

you look so pretty

And it was a pretty and that’s it

I’m standing in the tree,

I’m on your bed Black gray coat and the grey truck It’s

OK, so don’t get on the tree with me

Go across the street all day 'Cause I’m not all around And

I just

don’t want to go

with you

I don’t want you in my house Standing up on a tree,

jump, jump, jump, jump Stepping on the baby feet

She start crying, I don’t know why she's crying That's not my

problem, not my problem,

not my problem

Was calling, the

phone is calling, the— (ring ring,

ring ring)