Born of pure Brazilian blood On the wrong side of town A street fighting neighbourhood An innocent victim of circumstance One day surely you'll get your chance Staring at herself in the mirror's reflection Far from a world of mystery and perfection Picking at painted fingernails Tossing her hair when all else fails Sulking into large co*ktails until the strangers fade away And she starts to wonder what her life might be If the flower bloomed And the princess blossomed and became the queen She walked into a crowd And everyone would stare Would they laugh outloud? Would anybody care? And the dream dissolved and she had to hide When they crushed her soul and fed on her pride Bird of paradise Proud as a peaco*k with a thousand eyes Soaring high as your heart might take you They'll say in the years she made dreams come true Now has come the time to see her shine And cross that line There's nobody here today can stand up and say that she ever walked away There's nobody here today could look her in the eye and say that she ever walked away Bird of paradise Proud as a peaco*k with a thousand eyes Soaring high as your heart might take you They'll say in the years she made dreams come true Now has come the time to see her shine And cross that line There's nobody here today can stand up and say that she ever walked away There's nobody here today could look her in the eye and say that she ever walked away There's nobody here today can stand up and say that she ever walked away Half closed eyes scan the papers of lies For her name to be written in lights So long gone the jesters and judges The painful and dark Friday nights How come it's taken this long for the good to be right And so strong? Did she just lose her soul in the fight And stole away in the night And she starts to wonder what her life became As the flower bloomed And the princess blossomed and became the queen She walked into a crowd And everyone would stare No one laughed outloud And everybody cared And the dream held true and she never had to hide With her head held high with dignity and pride Bird of paradise Proud as a peaco*k with a thousand eyes Soaring high as your heart might take you They'll say in the years she made dreams come true Now has come the time to see her shine And cross that line And the paper boy hold the news of what might have been With his hand held high He shouts to the bustling crowd That the princess grew up and became the queen