Butterflies

I don't care where you work or how much you weigh
It's not the job what you do or how much you're paid
The car you drive the jeans you wear the colour of your eyes
It's the way I think of you sometimes

Ring me when you wake up I know that you care
I'll tell you that it's all okay even when I'm scared
I'd give my heart I'd give my time but you don't wanna stay
It's the way I'm thinking anyway

You still give me butterflies
Like you did on that Friday night
We could be under the stars
Maybe this is something that could last
Maybe this is something that could last

She don't care how I walk or where I come from
The things I say the shoes I wear can sometimes be so wrong
The food she buys the things I do they might be the same
It's the way that this will never change

You still give me butterflies
Like you did on that Friday night
We could be under the stars
Maybe this is something that could last
Maybe this is something that could last

I still feel those butterflies
So many years since that Friday night
Moonlight shining over our heads
Maybe it was something that you said
Maybe it was something that you said



Credits
Writer(s): Matt Bailey
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