โหลดเพลง mp3 Birds in the City - Lola Coca

You're a grown man of thirty-five (thirty-five)
Who ain't concerned with time and still wastes mine
Soon as you put me in the dinghy
Out the blue I'm too clingy
Wah... you took me for the ride all along
I tried to take it all in my stride
Ergo my face of chipped pride
A single dove is hard to find
And this ain't the sea side
Now I'm a bird in the city
And, if you think I'm so pretty
Why, why do I spend my nights alone?
And, I'm singin'
Aah~oo~da~ ×３
Birds in the city
Aah~oo~da~ ×２
(Some birds aren't meant to be caged)
(Their feathers are just too bright)
Aah~oo~da~ ×４
I ain't tryin' to have a fight tonight (uh-uh, uh-uh)
Gorillas holla from the building side (oo, ah, ah, ah, ah)
And, I ain't even tryin' to hear it
Now their callin' me a ***** (gasp) ah
Damned if I do or when I don't (when I don't)
Aah~oo~da~ ×３
Birds in the city
Aah~oo~da~ ×２
(Some birds aren't meant to be caged)
(Their feathers are just too bright)
Aah~oo~da~ ×４
I don't care if its a Hummer or Rolex (dada)
White front or all over (dadadadada)
But in card or cash or bouncing checks
Leave the dishes served with disrespect
Aah~oo~da~ ×３
Birds in the city
Aah~oo~da~ ×２
(Some birds aren't meant to be caged)
(Their feathers are just too bright)
Aah~oo~da~ ×３
Birds in the city
Aah~oo~da~ ×２