Fine art never moved my soul
No vintage wine and designer clothes
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
A different kind of tinsel decorates my tree
Yeah, my bird performs
A thousand Cheshire cats grin inside of me
Yeah, my bird performs
There she goes
Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold
The drama stage and the highbrow prose
But my world shakes for me
My bird sings sweetly
The brightest fireworks are lighting up my sky
Yeah, my bird performs
The cage is open, but she's no desire to fly
'Cause my bird performs
There she goes
And you keep saying what you got
You keep saying what you got
Look out
(Fine art never moved my soul)
My bird sings sweetly
(No vintage wine and designer clothes)
My bird sings sweetly
(Shakespeare's sonnets leave me cold) My bird sings sweetly
My bird sings sweetly
(The drama stage and the highbrow prose) My bird sings sweetly
My bird sings sweetly
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