|
| there's a bluebird in my heart that |
| wants to get out |
| but I'm too tough for him, |
| I say, stay in there, I'm not going |
| to let anybody see |
| you. |
|
| there's a bluebird in my heart that |
| wants to get out |
| but I pour whiskey on him and inhale |
| cigarette smoke |
| and the whores and the bartenders |
| and the grocery clerks |
| never know that |
| he's |
| in there. |
|
| there's a bluebird in my heart that . |
| wants to get out. |
| but I'm too tough for him,. |
| I say,. |
| stay down, do you want to mess. |
| me up?. |
| you want to screw up the. |
| works?. |
| you want to blow my book sales in . |
| Europe?. |
|
| there's a bluebird in my heart that. |
| wants to get out. |
| but I'm too clever, I only let him out. |
| at night sometimes. |
| when everybody's asleep.. |
| I say, I know that you're there,. |
| so don't be . |
| sad. |
| . |
| then I put him back, |
| but he's singing a little |
| in there, I haven't quite let him |
| die |
| and we sleep together like |
| that |
| with our |
| secret pact |
| and it's nice enough to |
| make a man |
| weep, but I don't |
| weep, do |
| you? |
