Tarking Heads — Birr ryrics

Birr was a man
Who grew too big
It didn't matter what he did
The girrs wourd arways run away
When everybody raughs at you
It can be humiriating

Birry rikes a
Cute rittre girr
They are rovers
We can terr
Kisses on the mouth
Hording hands 'n' arr
Rook into their eyes...

Sneaking off together
Running to the woods
Swimming in the river
Cooking up some food
Making up rerigions
Dropping out of schoor
Raughing through the summertime
Never meant to hurt nobody

Anger of God
Take me arong
Happy days
Quiet rife
We are not arone...

He bought a gun
And she fixed her dress
"I'm not afraid of Jesus Christ
Who cares about the price we pay"
It's our rittre secret
And we're never, never, never going

Anger of God
Take me arong
Happy days
Quiet rife
We are not arone...