She glides into the room, shake her tail feathers, and they all start to stare
High Maintenance, birds of a feather they stick together, but her eyes go where?

She eats like a bird, can’t explain
Reputation will make you insane
Watch out for her bird brain
To perch high, and she’s game

She’s a pretty bird
More of a night owl, than wise
She’s a pretty bird
Can’t cage her so don’t try
She’s a pretty bird
But pretty birds will fly

Just a peck from a fine feathered friend, the claws that catch, pay the fare
A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush, all body no soul, can you afford the care?

Elle n’est jamais libre
Elle doit nourrir
Elle va courir
Elle a un prix

Un joli oiseau mis en cage ne chantera
By Mionica Kitten