BIRDS OF PARADISE

 

Bougainvillea and vodka

No Smirnoff

Now its double Ciroc

Cranberry Khirkoff

 

Never money for shoes

Money to pour over old blues

No money for Spain

No money to leave the rain

 

The hands that gripped the walking stick

Are not the hands I remember

Hands that grew flowers

Grew lies in equal measure

 

We can share the hyacinths

And rhododendrons soon

We can share the hyacinths

Birds of Paradise soon

 

Bad boys of the Arctic

Pour another drink cathartic

Coffee on the breath

Fisherman’s Friend

 

Perfume on the breath

Something else entirely instead

Something else entirely instead

 

And I still wear your watch

And think of Pulp Fiction

I substitute a war story

With flat out addiction

But never, ever Smirnoff

We all have our limits

You can never win a lottery

if you don’t have a ticket

 

The hands that gripped the walking stick

Are not the hands I remember

Hands that grew flowers

Grew lies in equal measure

 

We can share the hyacinths

And rhododendrons soon

We can share the hyacinths

Birds of Paradise soon

 

It’s a little worrying

Knowing that I’m lost

Guess its Always worth a drink

No matter what the cost

Have a go

Write it down

Send it to the wall

People are always kinder

When they get to watch you fall

 

The hands that gripped the walking stick

Are not the hands I remember

Hands that grew flowers

Grew lies in equal measure

 

We can share the hyacinths

And rhododendrons soon

We can share the hyacinths

Birds of Paradise soon

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