I picked her up in a January storm
She was breathing the coldest air she'd ever known
Carrying the sun on her skin from the home far away
I didn't know what she was leaving behind
But I could tell on her face she had trouble in mind
The years had been kind but her eyes didn't shine any moreShe said
Dirty little birds with dirty little wings
That flies through the night to other pretty things
I called him today and said I was leaving
Ooh Dirty little birds with dirty little claws
That scratch at my heart singing love's forever
More the fool I am for blindly believing
Blindly believingWell she took off her coat pulled out a chair
She fixes me with an empty stare
Says..."It's sure wild out"'
Something about the tremble in her voice
Toys with a mans easy choices
Tomorrow's choice will make everything alrightIn a dream in a web in a breathe of poison words
A cold wind howls
Loves a dirty little dirty bird