The Bee

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