Sweet little song bird sitting on a wire
Sing the fire from your belly so small
Sound waves roll and the waves spread wider
You sing your song till it's six feet tall
And walking, stomping, stalking down the side walk
Wearing clothes standing side by side, now
Fly little song birds onto the next stop
You sing your song you look each other in the eye, like
Who all can tell you not to sing your story?
Who all can tell you that you're singing off key?
You are the dance, you are not the dancer
You are the song, not the one who sings
Beautiful song, song bird
Beautiful song, song bird
Beautiful song, song bird
Oh, you tell the truth, you tell the truth
Me moo man Trinny got a wild 'magination
He think they're looking when he walk on by
He think the world is one big mirror
Him get upset and then he don't feel right
When he walking, talking, stalking down the sidewalk
Sporting clothes, strutting stride by stride
I tell him, Trinny you are not what you consider
I stop him dead when I look him in the eye and say
Who all can tell you not to sing your story?
Who all can tell you that you're singing off key?
You are the dance, you are not the dancer
You are the song, not the one who sings
Beautiful song, song bird
Beautiful song, song bird
Beautiful song, song bird
Oh, you tell the truth
You get upset then you don't feel, you don't feel right
You try to fly up straight and you fly uptight
You try to talk about life, like it's all in advance
Life is the dancer, you are the dance
So beautiful song, songbird
Beautiful song, song bird
Beautiful song, song bird
Oh, you tell the truth, you tell the truth