Crush The Bird کے بول

If I make allowances I'm fine with separate, and see-how-it-is Understood If you think it's good Do they make flowers for this What color means you don't care how she lives I'd expect just a little bit. Me, I wouldn't trade Me, I wouldn't trade for what you're made of Lover becomes secretive "Don't ask I won't tell we'll see how it is" Understood If you say it's good Do they make flowers for this What color means you don't care how she is I'd expect just a little bit. Me, I wouldn't trade Me, I wouldn't trade for what you're made of Did I try too hard loving Crush the bird you're holding Me, I wouldn't trade Me, I wouldn't trade for what you're made of compasses What I want sometimes is a roof somewhere The same one each time, like a real woman Home, to be home To be home Like a black sea turtle swimming back Sailors who sail without compasses Right, to be right To be right If the stars stick why can't I