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Ft Peter Rush
A butterfly lands
On young Stevie Wonder's hands
As he plays the piano
He composes sweetly gently
Hands of tender cocoa
The butterfly observes
His playing
Silently she learns
And when she sweeps home
She composes her own
Based on what she learned
And when she sweeps home
She composes her own
Based on what she learned
A butterfly lands
On young Stevie Wonder's hands
As he plays the piano
And beads of sweat
Sneak off his face
And you my dear
You lick them up
And when she sweeps home
She composes her own
Based on what she learned
And when she sweeps home
She composes her own
Based on what she learned
She sits on his tender hands
Hours in a day
Spotlights from jets
Light up the clouds
Through bedroom skylights
And the butterfly observes
As she composes
And when she sweeps home
She composes her own
Based on what she learned
