Seventeen
Your lips are soft,
too soft, I say
the both are red,
too red, I may.They touch, then fly,
they tease, I cry
like wings they fly,
Red butterflies.
She - Lips
Seventeen
Your lips are soft,
too soft, I say
the both are red,
too red, I may.They touch, then fly,
they tease, I cry
like wings they fly,
Red butterflies.