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Iron Butterfly Butterfly Blue

Butterfly Bleu I found me a little butterfly As blue as the sky With just a touch of gold I knew I had to hold My butterfly fly away with me-e-e-e-e

my crutch over the rainbow with my riches and I know the rat race of the bad taste once his grimmace cringes an iron butterfly will float if given

horribly large in their red pockets "I'm tired of playing baby," she explained 'n out of uh blue felt box let escape One yellow butterfly the same size