The Bee

Lyrics

Her eyes stickin' through the walls My mind was makin' individual calls She smell like whispers in the rain But the cherry jet was not an airplane She was easy to please Much smaller than your average bee So I shouted through my megaphone There's a lobster on my telephone And I don't know why the queen of bees Would be sharkin' the town while she buzzes all around Kill the host and hide the bee Save your thoughts and run (No!) Call Chicago, call Chicago, call But I don't know why Chicago call Now who is this, la belle cheri? Floatin' like a butterfly, breakin' up the family Kill the host and hide the bee If she dies, come home I couldn't feel the sting at all It hit me by the window I took it like an arrow Wasn't music after all No one to believe it And no one knows about the call No one knows about it all No, now it's all... The bee and me! I think she found a little honeycomb The bee, so cray No way Kill the host and hide the bee