infant sorrow – little bird
chords by andrew
* note * – this is how i like to play it , in C , the song on the album is actually in
B , so to match that either transpose everything down by a semi – tone or tune your
guitar down . enjoy!
verse :
C
little bird ,
Am
drink the champagne from my lips .
Em
take a flying saucer trip
G
to the stars in my eyes .
C
little bird ,
Am
sitting on the tip of my tongue .
Em
though you look a bit too young ,
G G7
could be the stars in my eyes .
pre – chorus :
F Fm C Am
your words , like butterflies , dance around my head .
Dm G
your body , like forbidden wine , spills out of my bed .
chorus :
F C
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
F C
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
F C
hope your granny doesn’t mind .
F C
hope your grandpa doesn’t mind .
verse :
little bird ,
you have got to be eighteen ,
or a few years past your teens;
or you are in my eyes .
little bird ,
if you are born before ninety – two ,
then you know just what to do;
rip the stars from my eyes .
pre – chorus :
your words , like butterflies , dance around my head .
your body , like a cherry pie , spills out of my bed .
chorus :
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
hope your nana doesn’t mind .
hope your grandpa doesn’t mind .
verse :
little bird ,
brand new galaxies await you .
open up and let me take you
to the stars .
pre – chorus :
your words , like butterflies , dance around my head .
your body , like forbidden wine , spills out of my bed .
chorus :
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
hope your granny doesn’t mind .
hope your grandpa doesn’t mind .
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
coda :
F C
little bird .
F C
little bird .
F C
little bird .
infant sorrow – little bird
chords by andrew
* note * – this is how i like to play it , in C , the song on the album is actually in
B , so to match that either transpose everything down by a semi – tone or tune your
guitar down . enjoy!
verse :
C
little bird ,
Am
drink the champagne from my lips .
Em
take a flying saucer trip
G
to the stars in my eyes .
C
little bird ,
Am
sitting on the tip of my tongue .
Em
though you look a bit too young ,
G G7
could be the stars in my eyes .
pre – chorus :
F Fm C Am
your words , like butterflies , dance around my head .
Dm G
your body , like forbidden wine , spills out of my bed .
chorus :
F C
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
F C
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
F C
hope your granny doesn’t mind .
F C
hope your grandpa doesn’t mind .
verse :
little bird ,
you have got to be eighteen ,
or a few years past your teens;
or you are in my eyes .
little bird ,
if you are born before ninety – two ,
then you know just what to do;
rip the stars from my eyes .
pre – chorus :
your words , like butterflies , dance around my head .
your body , like a cherry pie , spills out of my bed .
chorus :
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
hope your nana doesn’t mind .
hope your grandpa doesn’t mind .
verse :
little bird ,
brand new galaxies await you .
open up and let me take you
to the stars .
pre – chorus :
your words , like butterflies , dance around my head .
your body , like forbidden wine , spills out of my bed .
chorus :
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
hope your granny doesn’t mind .
hope your grandpa doesn’t mind .
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
hope your Daddy doesn’t mind .
hope your mommy doesn’t mind .
coda :
F C
little bird .
F C
little bird .
F C
little bird .
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