Little Bird - Infant Sorrow
Little bird Drink the champagne from my lips Take a flying saucer trip To the stars in my eyes Little bird Sitting on the tip of my tongue Though you look a bit too young Could be the stars in my eyes Your words like butterflies Dance around my head Your body like forbidden wine Spills out of my bed Hope your Daddy doesn't mind Hope your Mummy doesn't mind Hope your Granny doesn't mind Hope your Grandpa doesn't mind Little bird You have got to be eighteen Or a few years past your teens Or you are in my eyes Little bird If you were born before '92 Then you know just what to do Rip the stars from my eyes Your words like butterflies Dance around my head Your body like a cherry pie Spills out of my bed Hope your Daddy doesn't mind Hope your Mummy doesn't mind Hope your Nanna doesn't mind Hope your Grandpa doesn't mind Little bird Brand new galaxies await you Open up and let me take you To the stars Your words like butterflies Dance around my head Your body like forbidden wine Spills out of my bed Hope your Daddy doesn't mind Hope your Mummy doesn't mind Hope your Granny doesn't mind Hope your Grandpa doesn't mind Hope your Daddy doesn't mind Hope your Mummy doesn't mind Hope your Daddy doesn't mind Hope your Mummy doesn't mind Little bird Little bird Little bird
Artist: Infant Sorrow
Title: Little Bird