the little birdy

one, two, three, four...
what you've been looking for?
your mouth speaks more
are you making peace or war

yesterday i told u my pain
tomorrow the secrets reach Spain
left me nothing but stain on my face
u did it really on your best

little birdy
u be the middleman
are you try to be the press
little birdy
you are making mess
you really do your best
little birdy
you telling the whole world
the shit is straighten up or curl
little birdy
you flying low to tell
how much i wish u burn in hell

now you've caused a mess
you nothing but a bitch in a dress
little birdy i really wish u hit by the bus

*i've been thinkin this might be new song haha... written at 6.30 a.m friday, 23rd April 2010