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She's good, she's bad, she's transcendental
A swinging friend just drives me mental
She plays upon the electric lyre
She makes me blow my amplifier
She's a butterfly girl

She's head to toe in golden bangles
She wears her hair like a Roman candle
She's Sister Moon and her Brother Sun
Reads the Kama Sutra and the Perfume Garden

She's a butterfly girl
She's a butterfly girl
She's a butterfly girl
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The butterfly girl

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The butterfly girl