“Come here sparrow, come here bird
Rest upon my bended knee
I've a story I must tell you
'bout my truest love and me.”
“No, I know the story well
How your lover bleeding fell
How a tearstained face was turned
How a lover's song was spurned.”
“No you don't know it at all
It wasn't I who caused the fall
But how they love to place the blame
On lonely women without names
How they love to place the blame
You think you've heard it all before:
The handsome hero and the who*e.”
“Well I've heard quite enough today.”
Then the sparrow flew away