Infant Sorrow - Little Bird lyrics

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 look a bit too young Could be the stars in my eyes Your words, like bu*terflies, dance around my head Your body, like forbidden wine, spills out of my bed Hope your daddy doesn't mind Hope your mummy 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 are born before ninety-two Then you know just what to do; Rip the stars from my eyes Your words, like bu*terflies, dance around my head Your body, like a 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 galaxies await you Open up and let me take you To the stars Your words, like bu*terflies, dance around my head Your body, like forbidden 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 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