The Bees

My blessed son, you... You've got alot to learn So I'm your best friend You love me and Well I'll tell you something We're on the road to messy Now the bees behind my head sing "beware" But my bee stung tongue wants in there Beware Beware Beware of me If your heart is not on my side You're not on my side anymore I steal a piece of your diary I don't think that looks loke me Am I so cold now that I'm older? I tell you stories That doesn't mean you know me Now that bees behind my eyes sing "beware" But my bee stung tongue wants in there You come at me with mouth open wide And I, like a jerk, crawl inside Beware Beware Beware of me If your heart is not on my side You're not on my side anymore