The butterflies in my stomach will be taken care of.
Fed with joy and hope for years to come
And if they fly or starve away,
I'll settle for maggots.
No complaints.
The butterflies in my stomach will be taken care of.
Fed with joy and hope for years to come
And if they fly or starve away,
I'll settle for maggots.
No complaints.
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