My woman strolls the lawn in her silk kimono.
She reads the poems of dead men then takes my photo. Kill me quick while happiness is
Honey-thick.
I am heathen, head of Janus, salty lick.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).
We lie in the hammock of prophetic dreams, more than crutches for each other's self-esteem.
Let my room smell of woman, brine of sea. Wrap me up in scarves of femininity.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).
Blue Eyes Video (MV)
Performed By: Jealous of the Birds
Length: 3:07
Written by: ANTHONY BAMGBOYE, ISAIAH BENJAMIN HAMILTON, LILY MCKENZIE, THOMAS PATRICK BRODERICK
Jealous of the Birds - Blue Eyes Lyrics
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My woman strolls the lawn in her silk kimono.
She reads the poems of dead men then takes my photo. Kill me quick while happiness is
Honey-thick.
I am heathen, head of Janus, salty lick.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).
We lie in the hammock of prophetic dreams, more than crutches for each other's self-esteem.
Let my room smell of woman, brine of sea. Wrap me up in scarves of femininity.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).
She reads the poems of dead men then takes my photo. Kill me quick while happiness is
Honey-thick.
I am heathen, head of Janus, salty lick.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).
We lie in the hammock of prophetic dreams, more than crutches for each other's self-esteem.
Let my room smell of woman, brine of sea. Wrap me up in scarves of femininity.
(Don't keep my ego topped up like a glass of full-fat milk.)
Be mine, be yours. Forget it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah) Be mine, be yours. Don't sweat it,
Blue-eyed baby. (yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah).
Writer: ANTHONY BAMGBOYE, ISAIAH BENJAMIN HAMILTON, LILY MCKENZIE, THOMAS PATRICK BRODERICK
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Downtown Music Publishing