The little bird hangin' in your purse Traveling bag and you never take him out Little creatures flying off the beach A little prisoner you can lock up in a cage
Tropical birds love to get away You wanna keep 'em but they never wanna stay Little creatures, innocent and free Your twisted sisters only wanna clip their wings
I've kept their coats, my love
It's the colorful feathers that hold me together And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside I don't know what it is but it is magic
It's the colorful feathers that hold me together And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside I don't know what it is but it's magic
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