I call her Firefly. Cause, oh, my. She radiates moonglow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter. When the sun goes down. . Bout eight P. M. , it's mayhem. She switches those
. It's just not like you to get up and leave. Let's make this simple and sweet. You're just not that into me. Chorus. It's you and I, in the night, firefly. It's you and I, do or die, firefly. It's you and
I call her Firefly. Cause, oh, my. She radiates moonglow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter. When the sun goes down Bout eight p. m. , it's mayhem. She switches those brights
I call her Firefly. Cause, oh, my. She radiates moonglow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter. When the sun goes down. . Bout eight P. M. , it's mayhem. She switches those
I call her Firefly. Cause, oh, my. She radiates moonglow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter. When the sun goes down. . Bout eight P. M. , it's mayhem. She switches those
I call her Firefly. 'Cause, oh, my. She radiates moon glow. Wants none of that noon glow. She starts to glitter when the sun goes down 'Bout eight PM, it's mayhem. She switches those brights up
