| If I found someone to stick like glue to
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| I’d probably peer out from the leaves
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| Hide a couple of roses up my sleeve
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| And I always find myself stuck in this love goo
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| Feelings are hard to ignore
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| Especially when you don’t know what they’re for
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| Don’t know just what makes flowers bloom
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| But I hope that they’ll enjoy a tune
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| So if the only love I’ll feel is for bumblebees
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| That’s fine with me
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| That’s fine with me
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| And if I’ll only ever dance with pine trees
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| That’s fine with me
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| That’s fine with me-e-e-e-e-e
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| It’s lonely in the forest that I grow in
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| I wish I could dive into the sea
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| But I’m stuck inside a hive covered in honey
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| I never really know which way I’m goin'
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| But I guess the weather’s warm enough to bear
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| And I never have to brush or do my hair
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| Don’t know just what makes flowers bloom
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| But I hope that they’ll enjoy a tune
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| So if the only love I’ll feel is for bumblebees
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| That’s fine with me
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| That’s fine with me
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| And if I’ll only ever dance with pine trees
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| That’s fine with me
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| That’s fine with me-e-e-e-e-e
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| It’s lonely in the coral reef I float in
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| I wish I could swim out of the sea
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| But sharks are circling and nothin’s easy
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| I-I still don’t really know which way I’m goin'
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| But I guess the water’s warm enough to bear
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| And I never have to wash or dry my hair
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| I miss watching the flowers bloom
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| But at least I can keep writing tunes
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| So if the only love I’ll feel is for bumblebees
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| That’s fine with me
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| That’s fine with me
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| And if I’ll only ever dance with pine trees
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| That’s fine with me
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| That’s fine with me-e-e-e-e-e |