Bluebird by Charles Bukowski you want to blow my book sales in

Europe?
there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out there's a bluebird in my heart that
but I'm too tough for him, wants to get out
I say, stay in there, I'm not going but I'm too clever, I only let him out
to let anybody see at night sometimes
you. when everybody's asleep.
I say, I know that you're there,
there's a bluebird in my heart that so don't be
wants to get out sad.
but I pour whiskey on him and inhale then I put him back,
cigarette smoke but he's singing a little
and the whores and the bartenders in there, I haven't quite let him
and the grocery clerks die
never know that and we sleep together like
he's that
in there. with our
secret pact
there's a bluebird in my heart that and it's nice enough to
wants to get out make a man
but I'm too tough for him, weep, but I don't
I say, weep, do
stay down, do you want to mess you?
me up?
you want to screw up the
works?