Infant Sorrow - Little Bird Chords by Andrew *Note* - This is how I like to play it, in C, the song on the album is actually in B, so to match that either transpose everything down by a semi-tone or tune your guitar down. Enjoy! VERSE: CLittle (x32010@1)bird, AmDrink (x02210@1)the champagne from my lips. EmTake (022000@1)a flying saucer trip GTo (320003@1)the stars in my eyes. CLittle (x32010@1)bird, AmSitting (x02210@1)on the tip of my tongue. EmThough (022000@1)you look a bit too young, G (320003@1) G7Could (320001@1)be the stars in my eyes. PRE-CHORUS: F (133211@1) Fm (133111@1) C (x32010@1) AmYour (x02210@1)words, like butterflies, dance around my head. Dm (xx0231@1) GYour (320003@1)body, like forbidden wine, spills out of my bed. CHORUS: F (133211@1) CHope (x32010@1)your daddy doesn't mind. F (133211@1) CHope (x32010@1)your mommy doesn't mind. F (133211@1) CHope (x32010@1)your granny doesn't mind. F (133211@1) CHope (x32010@1)your grandpa doesn't mind. VERSE: Little bird, You have got to be eighteen, Or a few years past your teens; Or you are in my eyes. Little bird, If you are born before ninety-two, Then you know just what to do; Rip the stars from my eyes. PRE-CHORUS: Your words, like butterflies, dance around my head. Your body, like a cherry pie, spills out of my bed. CHORUS: Hope your daddy doesn't mind. Hope your mommy doesn't mind. Hope your nana doesn't mind. Hope your grandpa doesn't mind. VERSE: Little bird, Brand new galaxies await you. Open up and let me take you To the stars. PRE-CHORUS: Your words, like butterflies, dance around my head. Your body, like forbidden wine, spills out of my bed. CHORUS: Hope your daddy doesn't mind. Hope your mommy doesn't mind. Hope your granny doesn't mind. Hope your grandpa doesn't mind. Hope your daddy doesn't mind. Hope your mommy doesn't mind. Hope your daddy doesn't mind. Hope your mommy doesn't mind. CODA: F (133211@1) CLittle (x32010@1)bird. F (133211@1) CLittle (x32010@1)bird. F (133211@1) CLittle (x32010@1)bird.