A Little BirdI color my hair and I wear it downAnd I make you laugh like a surface clownYou might come backAnd the little bird said with the wink of an eyeIf I beg real hard and I do not cryYou might come backIf I keep my opinion under my breathAnd I only bring it out when the master saysYou might come backButI don't want you that badNo, I don't want you that badBut a little bird told me just plain as dayIf I change my name and I change my wayYou might come backIf I sell my soul for the greater causeIf I burn my records and I listen to yoursYou might come backAnd the little bird said in the middle of a dreamIf I shut my mouth and I don't make a sceneYou might come backIf I cross my fingers and curl my toesIf I look like the other girlsEverybody knows you might come backWhen I can't afford the mindBut I don't want you that badNo, I don't want you that badBut I don't want you that badBut I don't want you that badNo, I don't want you that badIf I keep my opinion under my breathYou might come backNo, I don't want you that badA little bird told meA little bird told me, A little bird told me,A little bird told me...A little bird told me, A little bird told me,A little bird told me, A little bird told me...A little bird told me, A little bird told me,A little bird told me, A little bird told me...Little Red Toby, Little Red Toby, Little Red Toby