I call her firefly. Cause, oh, my. She radiates moonglow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter. When the sun goes down. . Bout eight p.m., it's mayhem.
I call her Firefly. 'Cause, oh, my. She radiates moon glow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter when the sun goes down. . 'Bout eight PM, it's mayhem.