The [bad word] in slow
It's a tune we both should know
But the walls are thin
So we keep our voices low
You're a bird with a pretty mouth
You're a bird with songs to shout
And the same refrain continues
Singing out
If you love her let her go
She sings beautiful and slow
tune that only caged birds know
So you're in nashville on the phone
And I'm back here at home
And the words are new
But I recognize the tone
If you love her let her go
She's [bad word] 
tune that only caged birds know
My love goes free...
My love goes free...
My love goes free...