All of you post modern girls
Flapping your wings, trying to get some kind of response out of me
You think you'll always get what you want
With your pigeon superstition
You want all the rings and shiny things
It's in your nature
And I wanna give you it all, it's in my nurture

I saw you curl up in your fettered feathers the other day
When the shadows of my figure on the floor resembled a hawk
You were so adorable, big eyed there, while you sawked
I ran my hands beneath your wings and you told me how safe it made you feel when I would talk

I saw you grow as your wingspan could finally reach around my waist
And you became brave and you faced the hawk
And taught him how to be a man
You taught him posture, you taught him how to stand
You got your ring, and all the other shiny things
And when I kissed you among that alter for everyone to see
You looked up and said, the only shiny thing you ever really wanted was me.