For the Birds - Miranda Lambert

I’m against the days

When the skies stay bummer-grey

And the cake just tastes okay, okay

Well, I guess I’m anti-yuck

Against the stuff that sucks

Pulls the life out of your soul

And shuts it down

I’m against the thought

Letting good tomatoes rot

Being someone that you’re not, when you’re not

Well I guess I’m anti-hate

'Cause that ain’t what it takes

It’s love that makes this crazy world go round

I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze

Old dogs sleeping at your feet

I’m for the girls with curls and curves

I’m for questions

I’m for freedom

Celebrating every season

For the bees and the trees and the dirt

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m against the notion

Of drinking with cheap potions

And causing big commotion

You know, son

I guess I’m anti-confrontation

I’d rather have a conversation

About nothing in particular at all

I’m against them feelings

The ones that get revealing

Slamming hearts right in the ceilings

You feel me

And I guess I’m anti-tears

I’d rather sip an ice cold beer

Listen to some country music until dawn

'Cause I’m for the sun, I’m for the breeze

Old dogs sleeping at your feet

I’m for the girls with the curls and curves

I’m for questions

I’m for freedom

Celebrating every season

For the trees and the bees and the dirt

I’m for feathers

I’m for wings

I’m for tweedle-deedle-dee-dee-dee

For what it’s worth

For what it’s worth

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

I’m for the birds

Tweedle-deedle-dee-dee-dee