AND AS I FELL INTO BED WITH YOU
THE COTTEN SHEETS COSUMING ME AS I HIT THE MASSTRESS
I COULD ONLY FEEL BUTTERFLIES
THAT SCATTERED AROUND MY STOMACH
LIKE WHEN YOU LEAN BACK INTO A FIELD OF GREEN
AND MAKE ANGELS IN THE SUMMER GRASS
THE SUN KISSING MY SKIN SOFTLY

BUT NOT AS SOFT AS YOU
NEVER AS SOFT AS YOU