Corrina, Corrina - Paul Weller

Baby got a bird, mama got a bird that sings

Baby got a bird, mama got a bird that sings

Without my Corina, life don’t mean — life don’t mean a natural thing

I love to love you

Baby 'fore I call, mama 'fore I call your name

Baby 'fore I call, honey 'fore I call your name

I wouldn’t trade your love for money

Baby you’re my honey, mama you’re my baby I explain

Lord have mercy

Mama on my bad luck, baby on my hard luck soul

Baby on my bad luck, mama on my hard luck soul

You got a ring around my shoulder, it shine like silver, honey look like

natural gold

…And I ain’t jivin'

Go ahead

Got a bird that whistles

Mama got a bird, baby got a bird that sings

Mama got a bird, baby got a bird that sings

Without my Corina, life don’t mean — life don’t mean a natural thing

Corina, you know I love you

Corina, I got to have you, babe

I miss you, won’t you come on home