Tropical Birds

The little bird hangin' in your purse
 Traveling bag and you never take him out
 Little creatures flying off the beach
 A little prisoner you can lock up in a cage
 Tropical birds love to get away
 You wanna keep 'em but they never wanna stay
 Little creatures, innocent and free
 Your twisted sisters only wanna clip their wings
 I've kept their coats, my love
 It's the colorful feathers that hold me together
 And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor
 When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside
 I don't know what it is but it is magic
 It's the colorful feathers that hold me together
 And keep me from crumbling in a mess on the floor
 When they fly through the sky, I feel something inside
 I don't know what it is but it's magic
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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