Low-flying Birds Lyrics

Gary Brooker Low-flying Birds

(Brooker) 

Black suspenders and high-heeled walk 
A painted mouth that says it wants to talk 
The offer's made and it's hard to miss 
but bear in mind that you're running a risk with those 

Low flying birds 
I wouldn't shoot at 'em 
Low fling birds 
they're far too dangerous 

A tight sweater that tell it all 
Just like a trophy hanging on the wall 
The scented hair that leaves a trail behind 
something to follow if you don't mind those 

Low flying birds 
I wouldn't shoot at 'em 
Low fling birds 
they're far too dangerous 
Low flying birds 
What would you do with them 
Low flying birds 
You'd only ruin them 

The tightest denim that Levi's make 
Slowly peeling to reveal the shape 
The blackest hair that's just been done 
With make-up looking like a sticky bun, and they're 

Low flying birds ... 
in black suspenders 
Low flying birds 
in tight sweaters ...