lay down your armor
Just gimmie somethin' baby

the sound of your high heels
is like a thousand broken records
the patterns on your dress
are like a thousand painted tremors

us caged birds sing
us caged birds sing the songs we know

and getting drunk is my job
it numbs my sincerity
take some pictures, they'll last longer
take some for posterity

aw baby, cmon!
just gimmie somethin to tell my friends
just gimmie somethin to brag about
just gimmie something to hold against you
just gimmie reasons to call you out

us caged birds sing
us caged birds sing the songs we know

and eating fish won't make you smarter
we're in your homes, we're with your daughters.

lay down your armor
just give me something