Well you can take all your love birds stick 'em in a tree
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And they look just like a lotta bull finches to me
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Now don't come home with them lovey dovey words
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Baby that's strictly for the birds
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You made me feel like a yellow bellied supsucker singin' in a eucalyptus tree
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And now I feel like a sap since you made a sucker out of me oh oh
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You made me feel like a wheel like a real big deal then cut
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The door to your heart slammed shot you made me feel like you know what
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Well now I feel like a redheaded woodpecker peckin' at a cast iron tree
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Just a huffin' and a peckin' and a bangin' my brains out nothin' but misery
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You made me feel like a yellow bellied supsucker...
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[ guitar ]
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Well now I feel like a redheaded woodpecker...
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You made me feel like a yellow bellied supsucker...
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Yellow Bellied Supsucker
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| Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan |
