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There's a bluebird in my heart That wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, I'm not going to let anybody see you. There's a bluebird in my heart That wants to get out but I pour whiskey on him And inhale cigarette smoke And the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks Never know that he's in there. There's a bluebird in my heart That wants to get out but I'm too tough for him, I say, stay down, do you want to mess me up? Do you want to screw up the works? Do you want to blow my book sales in Europe? There's a bluebird in my heart That wants to get out but I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybody's asleep. I say, I know that you're there, so don't be sad. Then I put him back, but he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die And we sleep together like that with our secret pact And it's nice enough to make a man weep, But I don't weep, do you? From Letras Mania