A Little Bird Told Me
A little bird told me
Something I did not want to hear
It said you were leaving
Something I did not want to hear
The little bird told me
It told me you did not want to go
Did the little bird scold me?
It said things I did not want to know
There may be more than one way
To take the cat and skin it up right
But there's only one way
To make everything come out all right
There may be only one way
To get that stitch to turn into nine
But there's only one way
To let me know it will all be fine
Grass doesn't cover over all of the pain
And dirt just washes away in the rain
Beautiful days are followed by clouds
And sometimes talking isn't allowed
A little bird told me
But now I'm going to shut my ears
And if you don't scold me
Then I can dry all my tears
And watch the birds flying
And hold you until it's time to go
And try not to think about
The things that I just don't want to know
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