Joe Murphy Poet Ballad

The Bird Don'T Mean You'Re Number One

So you woke up face down on 
the street
And you don't know the time 
or day of the week
And want me to serve you a 
hair of the dog
To steady your nerves and 
clear out the fog. 

If the last thing you remember 
from the night before
Is the bird she that she flipped 
as she walked through the 
door
And she wasn't suggesting you 
was her number one
You got a whole lot of crawling 
ahead of you son. 

Now I ain't no expert on God's 
fairer sex
You can check, here's the 
number you can go call my ex
But you musta done something 
to make the girl sad
Cos the bird is reserved for the 
baddest of bad 

You better pick up the phone 
and hitch up your jeans
And beg her forgiveness for 
being so mean
Some flowers wouldn't hurt, 
even throw in a nice dinner
Cos from where I was standing 
she looked like a winner.

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