Shirley Bird Blues
She’s a crazy maze of hysterical ways
And her body’s god big and lazy
But her mind is bent, a talking event
For the girl’s poetically crazy
She sings in songs of where she belongs
And snuggles my arm quite sweetly
And she rues in her blues and can’t help refuse
When you undo her buttons quite neatly
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