Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
Tendon Levey
I get silly with my bees
I get silly with my bees
When I get silly
The bees fly free
When there's too much opium and alcohol in me
I run the risk of sending out all my bees
On those who I like
On those who appeal to me
(Where are these people outside of my song?)
(I don't know these people)
(I've never met a single one)