Low Flying Birds Songtext / Lyric

Black suspenders and high-heeled walk
A painted mouth that says it wants to talk
The offer's made and it's hard to miss
but bear in mind that you're running a risk with those
Low flying birds
I wouldn't shoot at 'em
Low fling birds
they're far too dangerous
A tight sweater that tell it all
Just like a trophy hanging on the wall
The scented hair that leaves a trail behind
something to follow if you don't mind those
Low flying birds
I wouldn't shoot at 'em
Low fling birds
they're far too dangerous
Low flying birds
What would you do with them
Low flying birds
You'd only ruin them
The tightest denim that Levi's make
Slowly peeling to reveal the shape
The blackest hair that's just been done
With make-up looking like a sticky bun, and they're
Low flying birds ...
in black suspenders
Low flying birds
in tight sweaters ...