Careless Love - Nat King Cole
If I were a little bird I'd fly from tree to tree
I'd build my nest way up in the air
Where the bad grils could not bother me
Love  Oh love Oh careless love
Love  Oh love Oh careless love
You broke the heart of a many  poor guy
But you'll never break this heart of mine
While I wore my poor heart out
While I wore my poor heart out
While I wore my poor heart out
She always pass fly by my door
Love  Oh love Oh careless love
Love  Oh love Oh careless love
You broke the heart of a many  poor guy
But you'll never break this heart of mine
Love  Oh love Oh careless love
Love  Oh love Oh careless love
Love