Etta Marcus

Little Wing
I was on the radio Saying things I didn't know Could you tell? Did it show? Pit stop, yellow snow Summers back, when I was a kid Knotted hair, teeth made of milk Show my dad, the big dipper Looks the same as it did Travelling acres Feeling my feathers Stretching out my little wing I am a stranger I'm in the mirror Stretching out my little wing Get to the bar, get to the show Spilling my guts for a little dough Skipping calls in skimpy clothes No mother bird to chew up the bones Travelling acres Feeling my feathers Stretching out my little wing (Oh) I am a stranger I'm in the mirror Letras de cancionesStretching out my little wing Meet me in the summer On the winter's edge I could be your baby Be your grown-up kid Mother, can you hold me Again? Travelling acres Feeling my feathers Stretching out my little wing I am a stranger I'm in the mirror Stretching out my little wing Ooh, ooh-ooh Ooh, ooh-ooh From Letras Mania