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• Artiste: Anders Ponders
• Titre: Mr. Butterfly
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Up for rent, Our love was heaven sent. All of those words I meant With different meanings. Then your room Felt like a mother's womb. Inside we sway and swoon Like we are siblings. When you get my call Don't push that red button. Pick up and say something Anything at all. And when you hear my voice All doubt will be banished All guilt will have vanished And you'll have no choice But to come to my door And I'll let you in And again we'll begin And we'll start where we left off before. I miss the way your feet Wrinkled my dirty sheets December snow on the street And us under cover. Maybe I drank too much You recoiled at my touch I knew that things were such That it was over. Or when you arrive I'll be outside Counting stars in the yard Counting stars in the yard Counting stars in the yard The stars in the yard Uh-huh uh-huh yeah yeah The stars in the yard