Like a butterfly
Or a flower
In the paper on your wall
Behind the photograph
Of another
i won't bother you at all
To be hanging around
Being nothing to you
Is still something to me
If you want me to go
Find your heart and please let me
Be gone without having to leave
Like a golden arm
On a silent
Servant in your hall
Behind the jacket of
Your lover
I promise you wont notice me at all
To be hanging around
Being nothing to you
Is still something to me
If you want me to go
Find your heart and please let me
Be gone without having to leave