Paroles de Butch
Pretty child your eyelashes whippin through the rain,Wishin you were waterproofed.
Wishin you could proove that pretty place in a little box inside.
The black streamin down your cheeks...
Stay out stay back stay black kitty cat black
Pushin thirty-five under an answer blanket.
Pretty child your eyelashes...
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird.
The boy is a bird, the boy is always a much prettier bird
than any old girl bird.
He took his time in the mirror this mornin'.
Shades of light green, deep blue, and just a touch of rouge.
It's funny how easy it is to lose,
And all you're left with is chaos and a dirty face.
Look at me I'm far from home,
Testing the waters, with a broken wing.
I'm weightless.
Underwater I can fly.
Underwater I can fly.
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird. You don't have to be rushin' around.
Just go on in the bathroom and wash your face dear,
You look puffy.
Pretty child your eyelashes...
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird.
The boy is a bird, the boy is always a much prettier bird
than any old girl bird.
He took his time in the mirror this mornin'.
Shades of light green, deep blue, and just a touch of rouge.
It's funny how easy it is to lose,
And all you're left with is chaos and a dirty face.
Look at me I'm far from home,
Testing the waters, with a broken wing.
I'm weightless.
Underwater I can fly.
Underwater I can fly.
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird. You don't have to be rushin' around.
Just go on in the bathroom and wash your face dear,
You look puffy.
Cline, Nels / Bozulich, Carla
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