Lena Horne Careless Lyrics

Careless Lyrics

Love, oh love, oh, careless love, 

You fly right to my head like wine, 

You've wrecked the life of many a gal, 

And you nearly wrecked this
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.