Be be be, be my queen bee
I’ll be whatever you want me to be, be your bee, forever be your bee
Be your jelly in your cell, feed on me, your bee
Don’t be silly, tie me down and let me be your jelly, be free, just be my queen bee
Be be be, be my queen bee
My queen bee
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What hope remains
for those among us
where years go past
before courage exceeds
the threshold of fear
to finally open
their hearts?
Still I am, so still, so quiet
So unknowing, rarely showing – my wicked sides
So different, you won’t get me by mere sight – sniff me out or take a bite
Be you a doctor of Body, of Mind or Soul
Try to understand you fool, you believer in black and white
It wont get you any closer to the truth
Good luck to you
I will prevail in the everlasting shades of gray
If it was up to me I’d
lock you up – briefly
Be cared for by those
in the know – safely
Shielded from the net
and self-diagnostics
Refocusing thoughts
ending worries – truly
If it was up to me I’d
lock you up – already
It is not up to me
but I may hold the
key to your
freedom
I cherish my six-pack so
I’ve hidden it below a
suitable layer of fat. I
hope you love me
anyway.
I keep feeding it pizza and
beer just to make sure it
doesn’t reveal itself unnecessarily. I
hope you love me
anyway.
I said I’d lock you up – briefly
and retain the key. I
hope you love me
anyway.
Maybe we’ll never meet
again, who knows, perhaps. I
hope you love me
anyway.
The days are still getting
longer but soon the tide
will turn with the leafs
falling golden and
I don’t feel guilt but I
hope you love me
anyway.
