One hundred bright green birds atop a Tesco in Clapham
Me on you, it didn't make sense, but it happened
Now I'm flying home just like I always do
Back to business and far away from you
Oh, what are we like?
You cracked an egg into my mouth, had me over to your house
Fucked your friends and fucked me out
Oh, what am I like?
I waited time and time again, always pecking like a hen
That isn't fed, that isn't fed
So have fun, ooh, have fun
Ooh, have fun, ooh, have fun
'Cause I'm done, I-I'm done, I-I'm done
Five hundred and ten quid before bills out my purse
Dublin back then was cheap, but it's never been worse
I gave you all I had 'cause I believed in nests
Huh, silly bitch, woo
You shoulda spent it on yourself
But that's what I'm like
I stick my neck right out for love
Give my beak and give my blood
Only part of me that's good
Oh, what are you like?
You did me wrong and lost out
I'd wonder what you're up to now
But I don't care, I don't care
So have fun, ooh, have fun
Ooh, have fun, ooh, have fun
'Cause I'm done, I-I'm done, I-I'm done
One hundred bright green birds
One hundred bright green birds
I think Jimi Hendrix, let him in
I think Humphrey Bogart, let him in
I think, I don't care who, let 'em in
I think, I don't care, I don't care
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