Miss Byrd

The sign says I'm Miss Byrd
And that's my name
I'm one of those people who all look the same
At work I'm hardly seen
I come and go
But I know something that people don't know

Every one who sees me thinks
That I'm that dull Miss Byrd
I could blow that myth apart
But I don't say a word

I sit here at my desk
And no one knows
Not twenty minutes ago
I was not wearing clothes
I was in someone's arms, in someone's bed
Oh what the thought of it does to my head

If it's true a bird makes music
When her heart takes wing
This Byrd is singing
Miss Byrd is singing
I'm singing I'm in love
But I'm not saying a thing

Uh uh
Oooh oooh

Down in apartment A
The super's aptly named
Last week I went to the basement
More hours than I claimed
He says I'm super too
He calls me hot
I show those basement apartments a lot

Back at work I'm crisp and fresh
Reliable Miss Byrd
Seals are dancing in my flesh
But I don't say a word

I'm showing penthouse C
As I begin
I still feel his hands sliding over my skin
My nipples start to throb
Inside my bra
That's when I start to go la-dah-di-dah

If you've never felt the lift
A little lunch can bring
This Byrd is singing
Miss Byrd is singing
I'm singing I'm on fire
But I'm not saying a thing

No no no no oh oh oh...

This is a floor thru five
I call it more a six
The broken kitchenette tiles they will fix

Lots of girls who first seems shy
Have secrets I have found
If you think I'm special
I suggest you look around

That little office temp
Who seems so dumb
How come a trip to McDonald's
Is making her hum?

And Mrs. Smith in sales
Who's turning grey
Why is she smiling that curious way?

If it's true the drabbest songbirds
Come alive in spring
The birds are singing
Miss Byrd is singing
I'm singing
I'm in love
But I'm not saying a thing

No no no no no no no no

Mum's the word

La la la la
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard...oo-wee

La la la la...
Shh.....