You manipulated me, little birdie.
Now I have addictions that haunt me, there dirty.
I'm only able to hear the loud, gurdy.
I can't think my minds foggy.
The words I scream don't sound right, how murky.
You ask me, am I worthy?
I don't know anymore, it's a flurry.
Your words once sounded flirty.
I was at your, mercy.
Mercy, please have mercy.
My minds burning itself, I'm unworthy.
Would he love me, would he?
I can't help it if I'm acting, surly.
Little birdie wouldn't return tonight, let's scurry.
His words, are getting blurry.
He wouldn't return, return he-
His words, got me on the survey.
Why, did you, do it, little birdie?
Little birdie!