Blue Eyes - Jealous Of The Birds

My woman strolls the lawn in her silk kimono

She reads the poems of dead men, then takes my photo

Kill me quick while happiness is honey-thick

I am heathen, head of Janus, salty lick

Don’t keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk

Be mine, be yours

Forget it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Be mine, be yours

Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

We lie in the hammock of prophetic dreams

More than crutches for each other’s self-esteem

Let my room smell of woman, brine of sea

Wrap me up in scarves of femininity

Don’t keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk

Be mine, be yours

Forget it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Be mine, be yours

Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Be mine, be yours

Forget it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Be mine, be yours

Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Be mine, be yours

Forget it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

Be mine, be yours

Don’t sweat it, blue-eyed baby

(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)