Illusive butterfly

Round in circles you go round,
Constantly thinking when you're gonna be found,
Hoping, wishing home be found,
Swimming walking even flying,
All in hoping he's gonna stick around

Just like a boombox, you turn it up,
Put on a short skirt, a little bit of masscara and crank it up,
You swing it left and right, looking for that moment when on your shoulder it will rest alight

But sometimes you know what,
Be as calm as a lake not creating any shake that'll cause the waves to flake,
Be gentle like a breeze, soothing to the skin, refreshing to the lips,
And when you least expect it, that butterfly will come and rest upon your cute little nose with an awesome heavenly delight.