The lights turned on and the curtain fell down. And when it was over it felt like a dream. They stood at the stage door and begged for a scream. The agents had paid for the black limousine.
Listen to my bluebird laugh. She can't tell you why. Deep within her heart, you see. She knows only crying. Just crying. . There she sits, aloft at perch.
Well there goes another day. Now I wonder why. You and I, keep telling lies. . I can't believe that what you say. 'Cause tomorrows lullaby can't pacify.
Well, a when your baby is tired and she wants to sleep. Take her into your arms. Tell her, you love her, tell her, you care. Tell her about all her charms.