| I call her Firefly
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| Cause, oh, my
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| She radiates moonglow
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| Wants none of that noon glow
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| She starts to glitter
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| When the sun goes down
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| Bout eight p.m., it’s mayhem
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| She switches the brights up
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| Lights up and gives me a call
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| Take me to the Fireflies ball
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| But when I get her there
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| Set her there
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| Do I get to pet her there
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| And grab me some glow
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| No, she’s a gad about, mad about
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| Luring every lad about
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| While leaving me moaning low
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| Oh, Firefly, why can’t I
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| Latch onto you no how
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| Oh, how I love you but gee
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| While you set the night on
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| Firefly, shine a little light on me
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| But when I get her there
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| Set her there
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| Do I get to pet her there
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| And grab me some glow
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| No, she’s a gad about, mad about
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| Luring every lad about
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| While leaving me moaning low
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| Oh, Firefly, why can’t I
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| Latch on for you no how
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| Oh, how I love you but gee
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| While you set the night on
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| Firefly, shine a little light on
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| Shine a little light on
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| Shine a little light on me
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| (in the mornin') |