The thought that comes to my mind;
When that feeling in my stomach springs,
Butterflies arise;
And then I think…
Oh, how lucky I must be;
Oh lucky me
The thought that comes to my mind;
When that feeling in my stomach springs,
Butterflies arise;
And then I think…
Oh, how lucky I must be;
Oh lucky me
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