Lord, she's restless Like cotton candy clouds that sail the day Slow an' free And she possesses A mind that can't resign itself to stay For long with me Tho' I've tried and tried to keep her tied and satisfied Until she really needs me Yes I do But when that certain look comes on her face I can't replace it, and she leaves me CHORUS: She's a butterfly in mid July Who just can't wait to try her brand new wings On brand new things And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon I suppose And heaven knows
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