| Her eyes stickin' through the walls
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| My mind was makin' individual calls
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| She smell like whispers in the rain
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| But the cherry jet was not an airplane
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| She was easy to please
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| Much smaller than your average bee
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| So I shouted through my megaphone
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| There’s a lobster on my telephone
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| And I don’t know why the queen of bees
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| Would be sharkin' the town while she buzzes all around
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| Kill the host and hide the bee
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| Save your thoughts and run
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| (No!)
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| Call Chicago, call Chicago, call
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| But I don’t know why Chicago call
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| Now who is this, la belle cheri?
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| Floatin' like a butterfly, breakin' up the family
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| Kill the host and hide the bee
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| If she dies, come home
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| I couldn’t feel the sting at all
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| It hit me by the window
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| I took it like an arrow
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| Wasn’t music after all
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| No one to believe it
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| And no one knows about the call
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| No one knows about it all
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| No, now it’s all…
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| The bee and me!
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| I think she found a little honeycomb
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| The bee, so cray
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| No way
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| Kill the host and hide the bee |