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Girlīs eyes, butterflies, how she cries, canīt get through to you,
She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you,
Each time you play a melody, it means the earth to this little girl,
Can you be cruel and break her heart, tear her small world apart.
Sheīs there, eyes aglow, very front row, donīt throw sticks at her,
Please donīt look her way, see her way, donīt care anyway.
Itīs you who led her on, I see,
Just leave her down in her misery,
She donīt want help from you and me,
Canīt tell a note from a symphony.
Itīs you who led her on, I see,
Just leave her down in her misery,
She donīt want help from you and me,
Canīt tell a note from a symphony.
Girlīs eyes, butterflies, how she cries, canīt get through to you,
She knows all the charts, breaks her heart, thinks a lot of you,
Each time you play a melody, it means the earth to this little girl,
Can you be cruel and break her heart, tear her small world apart.