(John M?ring - Jean Frankfurter) When she got seven pence For a song and a dance She was very happy She was running and running To give what she got to her mother Mother Then her mother would say: "You'll be famous one day, Everyone be love you There's no star above you in the sky" Fly high, fly high Fly away little butterfly Fly high, fly high Make your way little butterfly Fly, fly.. Fly, fly high butterfly She was famous one day And the people would pay Any prise to see her She was singing and dancing Like nobody else but her mother Mother But her mother who'd seen What she did on the screen Said: "It's getting better, Just a little better every time" Fly high, fly high Fly away little butterfly Fly high, fly high Make your way little butterfly Fly, fly.. Fly, fly high butterfly Fly high, fly high Fly away little butterfly Fly high, fly high Make your way little butterfly Fly, fly.. Fly, fly high butterfly Fly, fly high butterfly Fly, fly high butterfly Fly, fly high butterfly Fly, fly high butterfly...
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