Babybird

Wanna get low
Wanna get high
Glue's in the bag like the clouds in the sky
Sticks to the cider, sticks to your lips
Wanna get the spiders off my hips
Try and make out when you don't get kissed
You wanna get it up but she broke your wrist
Dad's got your arms and mother's got your fists
Crossing off the kids on their xmas list
The F-Words here
But the F-Words bad
Curse my mother
And curse my dad
But I love my mother
And I love my dad
Wanna have all that they never had
Wanna get high