It was the season of
The bowerbird
Baby likes shiny things
But I'm slumming it
We were coming down so soft
A decade cut with epsom salt
I'll trade you beer, truckers, LSD
For pinot noir and raw milk cheese
But I never promised you
A smooth ride
It was the season of
The mynah bird
Baby needs to talk through things
And I'm listening
Cuz we were coming down so hard
And she was the pillar of salt
I wanna show you how to live on Mars
Or sail up the heart of darkness
Cuz I never promised you
A smooth ride
It was the season of
The butcher bird
Baby needs baby things
Without you shoplifting
We were never coming down
Cuz baby gonna keep you up
I'll trade you love, status and meaning
For beer, truckers, LSD
Cuz I never promised you
A smooth ride
Wifey - Season of the Bowerbird Lyrics
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It was the season of
The bowerbird
Baby likes shiny things
But I'm slumming it
We were coming down so soft
A decade cut with epsom salt
I'll trade you beer, truckers, LSD
For pinot noir and raw milk cheese
But I never promised you
A smooth ride
It was the season of
The mynah bird
Baby needs to talk through things
And I'm listening
Cuz we were coming down so hard
And she was the pillar of salt
I wanna show you how to live on Mars
Or sail up the heart of darkness
Cuz I never promised you
A smooth ride
It was the season of
The butcher bird
Baby needs baby things
Without you shoplifting
We were never coming down
Cuz baby gonna keep you up
I'll trade you love, status and meaning
For beer, truckers, LSD
Cuz I never promised you
A smooth ride
The bowerbird
Baby likes shiny things
But I'm slumming it
We were coming down so soft
A decade cut with epsom salt
I'll trade you beer, truckers, LSD
For pinot noir and raw milk cheese
But I never promised you
A smooth ride
It was the season of
The mynah bird
Baby needs to talk through things
And I'm listening
Cuz we were coming down so hard
And she was the pillar of salt
I wanna show you how to live on Mars
Or sail up the heart of darkness
Cuz I never promised you
A smooth ride
It was the season of
The butcher bird
Baby needs baby things
Without you shoplifting
We were never coming down
Cuz baby gonna keep you up
I'll trade you love, status and meaning
For beer, truckers, LSD
Cuz I never promised you
A smooth ride
Writer: Andrew Calvert
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid