PLUCKED, STUFFED & READY TO FRY
Words & Music
Jim Rainho
She trimmed my wings, now I can't
fly
She stuffed me with sweet talk that I nearly died
She set the scene, the lights were low
And then what happened after I really don't know
She called the preacher, they set the day
And now this little bird can no longer play
What did I do? What did I say?
I guess I talked myself into a wedding day.
I'm PLUCKED, STUFFED & READY TO FRY
Oh woman, woman, woman, you're
the reason why
I'm PLUCKED, STUFFED & READY TO FRY
That woman's gonna haunt me 'til the day I die
She took my hand, what could I do?
She put me in a cage that was built for two.
She kissed my lips, Oh me oh my,
She's got me PLUCKED, STUFFED & READY TO FRY
She's got me PLUCKED, STUFFED & READY TO FRY.
© 1961- 2004 - James Rainho
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