Camilla, come here Camilla, come over here Where are you hiding? Come out, come out Camilla. Don't raise your head Don't raise your eyes Don't ever uncover your mouth Don't let me ever see you cry, Or laugh, or shout... Don't raise your standards too high Don't raise your standards too high Don't you go reading Don't you go reading Just keep breeding. Camilla..... And the bird of paradise flies Somewhere in the jungle Her colors brilliant and bright Her rapture free and wild So beautiful it'd make you cry... So beautiful I'd make you cry... But that's far away from here.