June 18, 2008
Everyday it feels like your waiting
To put a smile on my face
And keep it on the rest of the day
You look at me and I giggle
In my throat I feel a little tickle
And then I finally say. . .

You give me butterflies
when you hold my hand
even when you say goodbye
And I never want to leave you behind
because even when you leave
I still have those butterflies

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