Be my lovebird, be my lovebird, won't you dear?
I'm a chicken, and I've been listening to all my fears.
I'm a bluejay, cock-eyed you say, pigeonholed.
I know two can, if you say you can, let's grow old.
And I can't wait to spend my summer
Twirling feathers of my crazy cross-eyed lover.
But, I'm afraid this bird couldn't be sadder,
Tears sew lines like lazy silkworm spinners.
Wish to tell my summery sparrow,
But my cold feet are on the fence, straight and narrow.
You pecked a hole to my heart and my blood felt thinner.
Wish to be your saccharine sarsaparilla sinner.
Be my lovebird, be my lovebird, won't you dear?
Before we fly our separate skies for the year.
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