Gary Brooker - Low-flying Birds Lyrics

(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 ...