Bald Eagle

My baby, she’s one spread eagle.

Makes me wonder if it’s all for me.

She blames that science,

says it’s fate boy.

I don’t believe in destiny.

No no there’s no destiny.

.

She flies high,

she’s one Bald Eagle.

Flying high

on her bald faced lies.

OOOH she flies too high.

.

Her right, her left

wings are uneven.

She’s going to fall

from a stormy sky.

ooh oh she flies too high.

.

Could have been a turkey

when she had her chance.

Wear bright colors and dance.

Wear bright colors and dance.

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