Charles Bukowski - The Girls and the Birds lyrics
[Charles Bukowski - The Girls and the Birds lyrics]
The girls were young and worked the
Streets but often couldn’t
Score, they ended up
In my hotel room
3 or 4 of them
Sucking at the wine
Hair in face, Runs in
Stockings, Cursing, telling
Stories… somehow
Those were peaceful
Nights but really
They reminded me of long
Ago when I was a boy
Watching my gran- mother’s
Canaries make droppings
Into their seed
And into their water
And the canaries were
Beautiful and
Chattered but
Never sang
Streets but often couldn’t
Score, they ended up
In my hotel room
3 or 4 of them
Sucking at the wine
Hair in face, Runs in
Stockings, Cursing, telling
Stories… somehow
Those were peaceful
Nights but really
They reminded me of long
Ago when I was a boy
Watching my gran- mother’s
Canaries make droppings
Into their seed
And into their water
And the canaries were
Beautiful and
Chattered but
Never sang