Love is the thing with feathers
That ruffles and puffs when it hears words like, "What are you wearing?"
"You get the bill"
"Take off that lipstick"
"[? 0:16] nor am I out of it"
What am I doing here? Run for the hills
Whiskey and pills, come on, girl
You're so much wiser and wilder than this
Love is the thing with feathers that nests in your hair
Beware of the beasts that would feed on your meaty awareness
Love is the thing that stravages under duress
When it's pushed into well-meaning cagеs
And a work-a-day dress
Love is the thing with fеathers