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