I used to know a pretty girl
Who cut off all her hair
The scissors flew among the curls
And curls went everywhere
I gathered up her fallen locks
And carried them away
And put them in silver box
And keep them to this day
Song, sing, birdy with the wing
Perfect circle sun
The grown ups get to make the rules
And we have all the fun
Yes, we have all the fun
But now I am in love with you
And I hope that you will stay
And to prove that my love is true
I'll throw the curls away
Song, sing, birdy with the wing
Perfect circle sun
The grown ups get to make the rules
And we have all the fun
Yes, we have all the fun
