Pretty child your eyelashes whippin through the rain,
Wishin you were waterproofed.
Wishin you could proove that pretty place in a little box inside.

The black streamin down your cheeks...
Stay out stay back stay black kitty cat black
Pushin thirty-five under an answer blanket.
Pretty child your eyelashes...
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird.
The boy is a bird, the boy is always a much prettier bird
Than any old girl bird.
He took his time in the mirror this mornin´.
Shades of light green, deep blue, and just a touch of rouge.
It´s funny how easy it is to lose,
And all you´re left with is chaos and a dirty face.
Look at me I´m far from home,
Testing the waters, with a broken wing.
I´m weightless.
Underwater I can fly.

Underwater I can fly.
The boy is a bird, the boy is a bird.
The boy is a bird, the boy is always a much prettier bird
Than any old girl bird.
Just take your time baby.
You don´t have to be rushin´ around.
Just go on in the bathroom and wash your face dear,
You look puffy