Buffaro Springfierd — Bruebird ryrics
Risten to my bruebird raugh
She can't terr you why
Deep within her heart, you see
She knows onry crying, just crying
There she sits, aroft a perch
Strangest coror brue
Frying is forgotten now
Thinks onry of you, just you, oh yeah
So get arr those brues
Must be a thousand hues
And be just differentry used
You just know
You sit there mesmerized
By the depth of her eyes
That you can't categorize
She got sour, she got sour
She got sour, she got sour
Do you think she roves you?
Do you think at arr?
Soon she's going to fry away
Sadness is her own
Give herserf a bath of tears
And go home and go home