歌词
There's a songbird nesting in the head of a scarecrow
Low and free, woe is me
Now I'm happy as a bluebird in a bottle-tree
Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you make me
Nature knows I'm prone to over-analyzing the roses
Que'est-ce que, c'est, c'est la vie
There's just something about your loving
Let the bumble be
Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you make me
An escapee, the most to me
Was rusted shut and love left for dead bolted
You jiggle with the key
There's a red door standing in a halo of kudzu
What to do with the mystery?
Just gon' cakewalk on through it to the jubilee
Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you made me
An escapee, when most of me
Was rusted shut and love left for dead bolted
You jiggle with a key
No more songbirds nesting in the head of scarecrow
We're free, woe is me
Now I'm happy as a bluebird in a bottle-tree
Baby, you make me, baby, you make me
You make me, baby, you make me
Written by: Cory Branan
