| One was a red dress, a wild one from out West
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| Didn’t waste a minute with her heart
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| The other was a bluebird, careful with her sweet words
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| Unless she let you hold her in the dark
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| They fell for him one at a time, for his silver-tongued pickup lines
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| So easily they flew into the cage
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| One got a diamond, one got a hotel room
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| One got a promise, one got to say, «I do»
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| Both up so high till they met one night
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| His name came up and they fell from the sky
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| Two birds, one stone
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| One sang a song so wild and free, the other sang at the kitchen sink
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| And he longed for the melody of both
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| He wasn’t cruel, he wasn’t mean, but he had a way of breaking things
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| His aim was truer than an arrow from a bow
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| One got a diamond, one got a hotel room
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| One got a promise, one got to say, «I do»
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| Both up so high till they met one night
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| His name came up and they fell from the sky
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| Two birds, one stone
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| He’ll roll along, we all know he will
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| Find another set of wings on some windowsill
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| Two birds, one stone |