Birds of a Feather

Met you in front of a diner and you had blue hair

You were so nice

You were XXX but you were all there

You were all right

So many people say that they have it together

But I think you're a nice guy

And I think we could be birds of a feather



Met you in front of a diner and you were so sweet

Made my heart beat

Oh my, my, my, my, my

I met you with your mother and she had green shoes

She was so cool

It was fine, fine, fine, fine, fine

So many people say that they have it together

But I think you're a nice guy

And I think we could be birds of a feather

Oh, feather

Oh, birds



You were sorting pictures and you gave me one

Of a nun who was playing the drums

She was crazy; her name was Katie

I think you're so fun

So many people say that they have it together

But I think you're a nice guy

And I think we could be birds of a feather



You don't think I'm that strange; you're so weird

That's 'cause you're so queer

But who's not these days?

You wear purple socks and you still like purple haze

So many people think that you have it together

But they don't see you crying in the shower

Bet I can make you better

'Cause you make me better

Yeah, you make me better

Yeah, you make me better

Now