I like it    I don't like it

Lord, she's restless

Like cotton candy clouds that sail the day

Slow an' free

And she possesses

A mind that can't resign itself to stay

For long with me

Tho' I've tried and tried to keep her tied and satisfied

Until she really needs me

Yes I do

But when that certain look comes on her face

I can't replace it, and she leaves me



CHORUS:

She's a butterfly in mid July

Who just can't wait to try her brand new wings

On brand new things

And she needs no rhyme or reason, when she goes

Her mind is on what lies beyond that wall of blue horizon

I suppose

And heaven knows

She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows

Yes she will, yes she will

She'll go sailin' off on any old wind that blows



I know she needs me

About as much as I need someone else

Which I don't

And if need be

I swear someday I'll up and leave myself

Which I won't

Even if she loved another man, I'd understand it more than I do

Mmm, mmm, mmm

But I know the only reason

That she ever had for leavin', is she wants to