Karaoké The A Team Birdy

White lips pale face breathing in the snowflakes burnt lungs sour taste

Light's gone day's end struggling to pay rent long nights strange men

And they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking wasting crumbling like pastries

And they scream the worst things in life come free to us

'Cos we're just under the upperhand go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly angels to fly

Ripped gloves raincoat tried to swim stay afloat dry house wet clothes

Loose change bank notes weary eyed dry throat call girl no phone

And they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems slowly sinking wasting crumbling like pastries

And they scream the worst things in life come free to us

Cos we're just under the upperhand and go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly

Angels to fly

Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh

And they say she's in the Class A Team

Stuck in her daydream been this way since eighteen

But lately her face seems

Slowly sinking wasting crumbling like pastries

And they scream the worst things in life come free to us

'Cos we're just under the upperhand and go mad for a couple grams

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the motherland or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside for angels to fly for angels to fly to fly