A Pretty Girl Is Like a Little Bird

Well, the pretty girl
Is like a little bird:
Well, she’s tender and she’s shy.
And ya never know
If she loves you
Til she’s gone flyin' by.
Flyin' by-y!
Flyin' by-y!
Til she’s gone flyin' by.
Flyin' by, Love, flyin' by!
Til she’s gone flyin' by.
Now I often
have wondered:
«What makes women love men?»
Then I’ve looked back
And I’ve wondered:
«What makes man love them?»
But now I see:
This one’s for me!
And I’ll love her till I die.
Yes, now I see:
This one’s for me!
And I’ll love her till I die.
Now the coo-coo
Is a pretty bird,
And the mockin' bird,
She is, too.
And they both sing
In the summertime,
Singin', «Darlin', I love you.
I love you-u!
I love you!»
Singin', «Darlin', I love you!
I love you, Babe!
I love you!»
Singin', «Darlin', I love you!
I love you,(I love you,)
I love you,(I love you,)
I love you,(I love you,)
I love you.