Red lights and butterflies
Tiptoe the sun and her brown eyes,
As I’m passin’ by, As I’m passin’ by
As I’m passin’ by

Morning lightened your hair,
Found me unaware,
What would happen if I touched your soul?
‘Cause I love you so
Oh, I love you so

If the moon comes and takes you away for the night,
Girl I won’t be alright
But since we can’t be mad at God
And for the sake of this situation,
I’ll call this all Infatuation, Call this all Infatuation,
Call this all…