The butterflies that live inside me are not clichenjust a fringe benefit into this foraynI'm in awe as I stand before you, blue eyesnthe paper moon makes you sparkle so brightnntied to my wrists are one thousand balloonsnI'll float away to a place a bit closer to younmy hand's an invitation to yours on this questnwe'll stroll slowly through the plywood forestnnI say it now, I've said it beforenit's this classy, ravishing, dainty girl I adorenwhy she choose me in itself is pure blissnI didn't know a story book girl could existnnjust the other day a friend of mine nintroduced me to a man called Mr. fatenhe told me my book is written two waysnwhat happens, happens, but I must waitnnI know I'd do my best to make her laugh for a whilenI know I'd drive 800 miles just to see her smilenthe gap between us is much bigger than distancenI can't help that my heart loves consistencennI say it now, I've said it beforenit's this classy, ravishing, dainty girl I adorenwhy she choose me in itself is pure blissnI didn't know a story book girl could existnnI'm playing games with numbers just to find out how I could be with younit's not entirely unrealistic when I feel the way I donnLike all the stories that we read in schoolnforbidden love, for me is truenbut it's too hard for me I've foundnbecause I can't get the butterflies inside to calm down