Infant Sorrow - Little Bird Lyrics

Little Bird,
Drink the Champagne from my lips,
Take a flying saucer trip,
To the stars in my eyes,

Little bird,
Sitting on the tip of my tongue,
Though you look a bit too young could,
Be the stars in my eyes

Your words, like butterflies
Dance around my head,
Your body like forbidden wine,
Spillin’ out my bed

Hope your Daddy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Mommy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Granny doesn’t mind
Hope your Grandpa doesn’t mind

Little Bird,
You have got to be Eighteen,
Or a few years past your teens,
Or you are in my eyes

Little bird,
If you were born ‘fore 92,
Then you know just what to do,
Rip the stars from my eyes

Your words, like butterflies,
Dance around my head,
Your body, like a cherry pie,
Spills out of my bed,

Hope your Daddy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Mommy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Nana doesn’t mind,
Hope your Grandpa doesn’t mind

Little bird,
Brand new galaxies await you,
Open up and let me take you,
To the stars

Your words, like butterflies,
Dance around my head,
Your body, like forbidden wine,
Spills out of my bed

Hope your Daddy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Mommy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Granny doesn’t mind,
Hope your Grandpa doesn’t mind,
Hope your Daddy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Mommy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Daddy doesn’t mind,
Hope your Mommy doesn’t mind

Little bird
Little bird
Little bird