Butterfly Clock Songtext
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Butterfly Clock Songtext
I heard a joke: three men in a bar.
One blind, one rich, one is soaking wet.
A challenge ensues, who will beat the clock?
At what, I don′t know, it was a bad joke.
We've yet to reach the end,
You and I, and all of our friends,
Riding the minute hand
Of the butterfly clock.
One blind, one rich, one is soaking wet.
A challenge ensues, who will beat the clock?
At what, I don′t know, it was a bad joke.
We've yet to reach the end,
You and I, and all of our friends,
Riding the minute hand
Of the butterfly clock.
Writer(s): Eric Frederic Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
