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Little Bird |
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Infant Sorrow (Russell Brand ) |
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Little Bird, |
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Drink the Champagne from my lips, |
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Take a flying saucer trip, |
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To the stars in my eyes, |
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Little bird, |
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Sitting on the tip of my tongue, |
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Though you look a bit too young could, |
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Be the stars in my eyes |
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Your words, like butterflies |
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Dance around my head, |
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Your body like forbidden wine, |
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Spillin? out my bed |
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Hope your Daddy doesn't mind, |
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Hope your Mommy doesn't mind, |
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Hope your Granny doesn't mind |
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Hope your Grandpa doesn't mind |
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Little Bird, |
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You have got to be Eighteen, |
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Or a few years past your teens, |
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Or you are in my eyes |
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Little bird, |
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If you were born bfore 92, |
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Then you know just what to do, |
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Rip the stars from my eyes |
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Your words, like butterflies, |
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Dance around my head, |
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Your body, like a cherry pie, |
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Spills out of my bed, |
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Hope your Daddy doesn?t mind, |
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Hope your Mommy doesn?t mind, |
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Hope your Nana doesn?t mind, |
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Hope your Grandpa doesn?t mind |
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Little bird, |
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Brand new galaxies await you, |
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Open up and let me take you, |
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To the stars~ |
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Your words, like butterflies, |
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Dance around my head, |
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Your body, like forbidden wine, |
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Spills out of my bed |
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Hope your Daddy doesn't mind, |
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Hope your Mommy doesn't mind |
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Hope your Granny doesn't mind, |
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Hope your Grandpa doesn't mind, |
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Hope your Daddy doesn't mind, |
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Hope your Mommy doesn't mind |
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Hope your Daddy doesn't mind, |
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Hope your Mommy doesn't mind |
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Little~ bird |
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Little~ bird |
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Little~ bird |
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