Little Birds

Sometimes I like to pretend she's not fucking all my friends
Just tired at the end of the day thinking of me
She's so lovely
Welcome to my humble abode please don't blow your load in her
She's not owned but she does kind of love me
She's so lovely

It's a bag use your body as a rope girl
A bitter chorus from a tripper in her own world

Little birds sing of you
Send me news of what you do
I don't mind anymore
I was there once before
Little birds sing of you

Sometimes she likes to remove herself from the room
I'm in my life, me and pictures of me
She's so lovely
Sometimes she thinks she a hoe, the bottom of the boat
The lowest of the low but still miles above me
She's so lovely

It's a bag use your body as a rope girl
A bitter chorus from a tripper in her own world

Little birds sing of you
Send me news of what you do
I don't mind anymore
I was there once before
Little birds sing of you

Little birds sing of you
Send me news of what you do
I don't mind anymore
I was there once before
Little birds sing of you



Credits
Writer(s): Steven Fraser
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