Tom: C
C
Little bird,
Am
Drink the champagne from my lips.
Em
Take a flying saucer trip
G
To the stars in my eyes.
C
Little bird,
Am
Sitting on the tip of my tongue.
Em
Though you look a bit too young,
G
G7
Could be the stars in my eyes.
F
Fm
C
Am
Your words, like butterflies, dance around my head.
Dm
G
Your body, like forbidden wine, spills out of my bed.
F
C
Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
F
C
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
F
C
Hope your granny doesn't mind.
F
C
Hope your grandpa doesn't mind.
Little bird,
F
C
Little bird.
F
C
Little bird.
F
C
Little bird.