Birds of Paradise

Baby, I have to leave you for a while
My wardrobe’s looking pretty shabby
Baby daddies
And baby mamas
Have sexual karma over me

Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise

Alexandra, I have to tell you how I feel
My mind is going and time is slowing
Diana’s growing
And I’m just pouring
Up the bottles
Time to die

Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise
Birds of paradise