Honey B3

Tavola degli accordi #105750

fornita da WanHu

Testo:

© WanHu
I saw you swaying in the breeze Beneath the old acacia tree
Your form was lovely to behold Though if one day the truth be told
I thought it funny that you stayed The other girls would fly away
I loved your hairy arms and legs But at your age I could not guess
I am a honey bee You are an orchid
You look like a honey bee It’s creepy and it’s sordid
You say its evolutionary Baby, that’s a lie
I know the Great Queen up in the sky,who tells us "if you sting, you die"
Would have something else to say Bout orchids acting up this way

It’s not easy being a bee, your individuality
Can be subsumed into the hive, how do you know if you’re alive?
And so the last thing that we need is some jumped up little weed
Making pretty in the sun, all a bee wants is some fun

I was buzzing round minding my own business I saw you swaying
with a certain
stillness well, I’m a bee of the world
I know you’re not like other girls You don't just fly away from me
I thought you loved me I'm confused I feel exploited and abused
I thought "here's nothing I could lose"I got excited

And all the guys back in the hive I thought I was the luckiest bee alive
A million cousins will be warned They won’t be falling for your charms

Copyright W Ian Young (Wanhu) 2015