there's a tattoo on her skin of a devil with a grin there's a portrait in her mind of fair angels most unkind slight impressions on her soul (a small blemish scars her so) but, there's a picture in her heart of true love that never parts.
Here's a heart that aches for what I need There's one that makes my little heart bleed
and I plead for her affection she answers with rejection but I know even though she may go her own way, she'll still say: "I love you so
maybe not to me, yes, it is a pity but as long as she is happy and pleased I'll just shuffle along with the breeze unsurprised, I never was her cup of tea.
Little birds in a cage Little birds in a rage Blue, green, red and pink Plumage in a bundle sits and thinks
When night comes perched puffed-up feathers falls asleep An hour before dawn all dreams searched Chattering, quarreling, screaming-singing leaps From cage, to wall, to ear Penetrating to outside song In reply to cries, far and near Similar performances all day long
Little friends from birth Flightless friends of earth Enclosed ' together with only Music, to be free.
I planted a letter The letter was y It grew into a word A word called why The word grew to a sentence Why? Why? Why? The sentence over time grew into a mighty tree And all the branches were questions why And when the time was ripe They bore the fruit of answers And it was the tree of knowledge And I took the fruit And I ate.