Lena Horne - Careless love

Love oh love oh careless love
you fly right to my head like wine
you've recked the life of many a gal
and you nearly recked the life of mine.

If I was a little bird
I would fly from tree to tree
I'd build my nest up in the air
where the bad boys couldn't bother me.

Now I wear my apron high
now I wear my apron high
now I wear my apron high
and he never never passes by.