Crush the Bird - Lotte Kestner
Written by:Lotte Kestner
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
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
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
Me I wouldn't trade for what you're made of