We took to the woods
And it led us to the flowers
Why don't you write a book
Tell me something that I should, know
Like how to make a living
Or how to grow a mus...tache
Isn't it difficult to live in their world
Isn't it difficult to believe in their world
When we are, butterflies skipping on flowers,
flowers...flowers...flowers....
Le Gitane was the queen
On the pages of the screen
She was in love when she took that train
On her way to Smith & Flame
On her way to Smith & Flame
Isn't it difficult to live in their world
Isn't it difficult to believe in their world
When we are, butterflies skipping on the flowers,
flowers....flowers....flowers.........
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