I second guess everything
You just want to hear the jailbird sing
Sing, sing
To the tune of a broken heart
Sing, sing
Broken will
To the tune of flowers falling down
I haven’t got control of a thing
You've come to hear the jailbird sing
But not to close, 'cause it's called isolation
She's such a pretty little thing
Though she doesn't think so
That’s why she's locked up
That and a case of little know-how
So sit and hear the jailbird sing
It's the only reason that you're here
Not for the company that you bring
But to see her shed a tear
And to hear the jailbird sing her song
Of just wanting to be accepted all along.
