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Jun 2015
I clutch Her like a Clutch purse
I make Her cling to me
She tells me when She holds me
She likes it when I sing
my Robin my Baby Bird
hope You'll keep lettin' me a sing

We go out to the jam spot
talking Bird's and B's
i'm not certain if i'm certain yet
one day I hope to be

"I have no ambition"
said a man close to me
when He was asking my Mawm a question
that led straight to my dreams

Oh Robin, Oh baby Bird
Oh Baby Bird sing
I'll plany my Heart next to yours
if You'll hold my hand and sing

I clutch Her like a Clutch purse
I like to hear her breathe
Talk about a Fresh Mint
Jesus, you should hear Her sing

I once was a Raven man
I even Mockingbirded I think
I never was a Cardinal fan
I read Buzzards wake at ease

Nah, I like my Robin's song
She's the Bird I need
Oh Robin come to my nest
We'll be Night Owls
Not song Fowls
Let's stay up late and Sing
Tedson Daniels
Written by
Tedson Daniels  East Nashville
(East Nashville)   
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