I get the feelin? everyone?s feelin? the same Like somebody somewhere should be callin? their name Prayin? in churches or out in the club Everyone?s lookin
If you're tired of all those other dances If you're tired of all those other moves You should do this dance that's really way out You should do this dance
'Cause I'm free as a bee flying over the trees And all the summertime boys, all looking at me And the world keeps on buzzing the sound of my heart Going
Hoping and smoking That's what I keep hoping That broken and smoking That's what I keep coping Gotta wake up and notice Wasp in the Lotus Sweet talk
Honeybee, don't look at me that way Honeybee, don't look at me that way I've got plans, I'm workin' on being a holy man Honeybee, don't come so close
May we be the next to self-incinerate and may the mustard smoke from our bones be inhaled and consumed by the king cobras and queen bees of our world
One, two, three, four Mad Mullahs and dirty bombs Alert the coastal command Ack-ack positions, everyone She's my honey bee and here she comes Cancer
1 2 3 4 Mad mullahs and dirty bombs Alert the coastal command Ack-ack positions everyone She's my honey bee and here she comes Cancer rabies SARS Hairy
Those seducers [4x] bombed out lovers, gallant red flocks of mellow seducers, fine [find?] eager seekers, deep deef down beautiful lines from above and
Honey, honey bee Honey bee, honey bee Honey, honey You?re my honey bee (You?re my honey bee, baby) Come on and sting me (Your love is sweet as can be
In my head, head, I'm really tall My eyes are big, not small Hair falls down my back Down the street, don't look back In my heart, heart, I'm a star
Be a bee Be be be a bee Be a bee Be be be a bee So many things I refuse to be Ia??d like to be be a bee So many things I refuse to be Be a bee Be be
The intro to this song has a seperate title, it's called Wasp Precious cups within the flower deadly petals with strange power faces shine a deadly smile
There's been a murder In my kitchen I hit him hard I hit him fast I watched him die And for the life of me I'm still missing A good excuse Explanation
Once upon a time I could have had it all A princess with a price on her head Or the prince who'd climb her wall But when pride has it in for someone
The power of orange knickers, the power of orange knickers The power of orange knickers, under my petticoat The power of listening to what, you don't
I don't, I don't know why In your boy's life you become like a bull Like a bull in a China shop Smash it up into smithereens There you, there you go
Drivin' in my Saab On my way to Ireland It's been a long time It's been a long time Drivin' with my friends On my way to Ireland It's been a long time