Little bird,
drink the champagne from my lips,
take a flying saucer trip,
to the stars in my eyes.

Little bird,
sitting on the tip of my tongue,
though you're looking way to young,
could be the stars in my eyes.

Your words, like butterflies,
dance around my head.
Your body and life within wine,
spills out of my bed.

Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your granny doesn't mind.
Hope your grandpa doesn't mind.

Little bird,
you have got to be eighteen,
or a few years past your teens,
or you are in my eyes.

Little bird,
if you were born 'fore 92,
then you know just what to do.
Rip the stars from my eyes.

Your words, like butterflies,
dance around my head.
Your body and life with cherry pie,
spills out of my bed.

Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your nana doesn't mind.
Hope your grandpa doesn't mind.

Little bird,
brand new guy looks easy way to,
open up and let me take you ,
to the stars.

Your words, like butterflies,
dance around my head.
Your body and life within wine,
spills out of my bed.

Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your granny doesn't mind.
Hope your grandma doesn't mind.
Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Hope your daddy doesn't mind.
Hope your mommy doesn't mind.
Little bird, little bird.
Little Bird.