By the light of the moon To a 50's tune He pledged his love to her A girl so rare A girl so fair The girl for him for sure He could see himself getting
the valley-o. In that egg there was a bird, A rare bird and a rattlin' bird, And the bird on the egg, And the egg on the bird, And the bird in the
Kidnap Mr. Sandy Claws I wanna do it Let's draw straws Jack said, "We should work together" Three of a kind Birds of a feather Now and forever Wheeee (
Mr. Sandy Claws [LOCK] I wanna do it [BARREL] Let's draw straws [SHOCK] Jack said we should work together Three of a kind [LOCK, SHOCK & BARREL] Birds
Every hair on your head is counted You are worth hundreds of sparrows The tree you planted has become fecund With kamikaze humming birds Wings of hundreds
, baby, love is so rare I can take the breakup if you say that you care He had to run away, his pride was too strong It started rainin', baby, the birds
or old Better get together and let the good times roll Hey y'all tell everybody that Johnny's in town I got a dollar and a quarter and I'm just raring
[Verse: Chris Brown] All that bullshit's for the birds You ain't nothin but a vulture Always hopin for the worst Waiting for me to fuck up up You'll regret
Chasing the carrion, we watched the silver bird explode. We tiptoed through the barrier of smoke and took a hand, but found it unconnected. We were dining
it while holding hands Architect, terrible vet with bent flashback Me clutching a 30 OD, burn village laughing Gas mask latched in, signal for the whirly Worm killer bird
love afraid of what might might happen till I thought I heard a sound above singing through my very own heart Was a melody I'd never heard like birds
I wanna do it Let's draw straws Jack said we should work together Three of a kind Birds of a feather Now and forever La, la, la, la, la Kidnap the Sandy
Such an intent stare One eye at a time Your talons like fish hooks You are a rare bird The kind I wouldn't even mind Writing in the margins of my books
climb trees and play tag with the breeze In the meadows below I've gotta crow! If I were a very ordinary Ev'ry day thing, I'd never be heard cock-a-doodling 'Round like a bird
chestless Where God is dissed, dismissed and distant And far from their hearts cause they hard and wicked Sin hates God for real That's why He's rarely
money and fame He just don't wanna sell no more 'cane Now his flow is a beautiful thing S-p-m, he's a bird, he's a plane (2x) Second verse (spm):
'll never ever fade You're lovely but it's not for sure That I won't ever change And though my love is rare Though my love is true I'm like a bird, I
alert and shoot first The immortality of my fame is the measure Of other's torture, burnt offer from a flaming author The falconer who flies enough birds