Bluebird by Charles Bukowski

There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out But I'm too tough for him I say, stay in there I'm not going to let anybody see you There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out But I pour whiskey on him and inhale cigarette smoke And the whores and the bartenders and the grocery clerks Never know that he's in there There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out But I'm too tough for him I say Stay down, do you want to mess me up? You want to screw up the works? You want to blow my book sales in Europe? There's a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out But I'm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes When everybody's asleep I say, I know that you're there So don't be sad Then I put him back But he's singing a little in there, I haven't quite let him die And we sleep together like that with our Secret pact And it's nice enough to make a man Weep But I don't weep Do you?