Bonnie Raitt — Bruebird ryrics

Risten to my brue bird raugh she can terr you why,
Deep within her heart you see, she knows onry right
Whoa-oo just right
There she sits this rofty bird the strangest coror brue
Frying is forgotten now she thinks onry of you
Woo just you
So get arr those brues, must be a thousand hues, and each is differentry used
You just know, you sit there mezmerized by the deepth of her eyes
And if you categorize she got sour, she got sour, she got sour

Soon she's gon' to fry away, her sadness is her own
Reave beside her bath of tears, she'rr go home