The Girls and the Birds
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The Girls and the Birds Lyrics
The girls were young
And worked the
Streets
But often couldn’t
Score, they
Ended up
In my hotel
Room
3 or 4 of
Them
Sucking at the
Wine,
Hair in face,
Runs in
Stockings,
Cursing, telling
Stories…
Somehow
Those were
Peaceful
Nights
But really
They reminded me
Of long
Ago
When I was a boy
Watching my gran-
Mother’s
Canaries make
Droppings
Into their
Seed
And into their
Water
And the
Canaries were
Beautiful
And
Chattered
But
Never
Sang.
And worked the
Streets
But often couldn’t
Score, they
Ended up
In my hotel
Room
3 or 4 of
Them
Sucking at the
Wine,
Hair in face,
Runs in
Stockings,
Cursing, telling
Stories…
Somehow
Those were
Peaceful
Nights
But really
They reminded me
Of long
Ago
When I was a boy
Watching my gran-
Mother’s
Canaries make
Droppings
Into their
Seed
And into their
Water
And the
Canaries were
Beautiful
And
Chattered
But
Never
Sang.
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