The Birds
High Heels like skyscrapers,
Bruised knees like landscapers,
That **** is for the birds
AND THE BIRDS FLY SOUTH.
Curling lips, twitching hips,
Skin tight shorts full of rips,
That **** is for the birds
AND THE BIRDS FLY SOUTH.
Finger pointing, Truth avoiding
Quiet Heart, Loud Mouth
That **** is for the birds,
AND THE BIRDS FLY SOUTH.
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