: We share a culture same vernacular love of physical humor and time spent alone you with your penchant for spontaneous events for sticky and raspy,
: Here I am and I want you to see baby I wanna watch you watching me in motion To taste the secret side of me Every time I look at you I know Your fighting
: March on, worker bees! Know your enemy! We take our orders given by the queen We're not the killers, we're the worker bees If you resist us you will
: (Instrumental)
: Don't remind me That some days I'm a windshield And other days I'm just a lucky bug As cold iron rails leave Old mossy trails through the countryside
: Docinho docinho, ai, ai, ai Docinho docinho, ai, ai, ai Docinho docinho, ai, ai, ai Docinho docinho, ai, ai, ai Docinho de coco, de marmelo ou de
: Une abeille un jour de printemps Voletait, voletait gaiement Sur la rose bruyere en fleur Dont si douce est l'odeur Au pied de la bruyere en fleur
: Er sitzt am Thron und ist der Konig unserer Tage, im sechsten Stock mit Sekretarin, ohne Frage. Man sieht ihn lassig uber Perserboden wandern, das
: I was standing on the corner thinking I?d had too much to drink swaying waiting for you to come and pick me up and take me back to my place so I can
: the breain stops the windows shut sonic wave of bees sores left in hand who killed the light the light streams emit
: [Interpretation 1] Why doesn't she need him for a father? Not only made us, but I can thrive on his shit. Goring my manhood turns a man off. Like
: Some little piece of love That they have That they have That they have That they have I drive on the street 'cause I'm so incomplete And she
: i am a honey bee shut off from the colony and they won't let me in so i left the hive they took away all my stripes and broke off both my wings so
: Cause I'm free as a bee flying over the trees And all the summertime boys All looking at me And the world keeps on buzzing the sound of my heart Going
: Fogli che non trovero piu cose che io non ho detto mai e dentro quelle cose ci sei tu scrivo scrivo e non ti prendo fragole, ciliegie e miele dove
: I?m looking at you through my window I have no one, I want you so My heaven is upside down right now I want you, I want you, I do I am looking at
Don't remind me that some days I'm the windshield And other days I'm just a lucky bug As cold iron rails leave old mossy trails Through the countryside