Little Old Birdy Funk Thing

(альбом: Travelogue - 1994)

And if I tell you who I really am
I think you might die
Because you don't even know my real identity

You just know how I look
And how I shook your legs that night
Between the evil and humanity

I don't give a shit about your moralism
As long as it tastes good
But if it doesn't I'll tell you I'm pretty much fond of the stuff that you cannot disclose
When you're shaking the shake of my hand and you're choosing me as your man
But you don't know
You don't know

Would you take me away
I need to rest for a day

Would you let me let you light my lecherous fire
'Cause it's the only thing that I have got in mind
One of the words that rimes is desire
And it wasn't very hard for me to find

Help me get of this merry-go-round
I just can't stand this killing engine sound
I've had enough

Would you take me away
I need to rest for a day
Would you take me

Let's fly away and find peace for today and tomorrow
In a place where we can lay down in the sand
I'll introduce you to my life of sorrows
'Cause I need to turn my back away from the mass

Help me get of this merry-go-round
I just can't stand this killing engine sound
I've had enough