when i listen to music... i match with my own lyrics

Butterflies in my Stomach

I saw him and I got em

Something has got me stuttering

And when he’s near my heart starts fluttering

Butterflies in my stomach

My tongue is so twisted

I can’t help it

My Cheeks So red

And I don’t want it to be said

My thoughts so hot and heavy

just the thought of us going steady

he and i

oh my my my.

Sometimes I hate the way he looks at me

with eyes such full of hope

like there’s a double meaning from the words that he spoke

it’s not fair the way he makes me smile

even though I know I’m going crazy

For only once when I say his name I wish I can call him, Baby