[Chorus]
I think I found the c**prit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
[Verse 1]
Two crumbs on my window sill
Two birds sitting there perfectly still
One of them up to no good
The other one doing what he totally should
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus x3]
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus x3]
I think I found the c**prit
Looks like you, it must be you
Ain't found nothing better yet
What's the matter with you, you got nothing to do?
[Verse 1]
Two crumbs on my window sill
Two birds sitting there perfectly still
One of them up to no good
The other one doing what he totally should
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus x3]
Birds of a feather may lay together
But the uglier one is always under the gun
[Chorus]
[Post-Chorus x3]