Bees

I've been waiting for a woman I can call my own (he can call his own)
A lady I can call late at night on the telephone (on the telephone)
Her daddy won't like the looks of a kid like me (of a kid like me)
She'll tell him to get lost 'cause she loves me (cause she loves me)

Don't worry, honey, 'cause nothing ever bothers me
You can be the flower and I'll be the goddamn bee
Now, what's so special about a thing that comes so naturally
Well, I don't know, babe, 'cause nothing ever fazes me