Feb 2016
You're the pesky bee
buzzin' 'round my head.
I'd slap you away,
but I'm afraid instead.
Afraid that I might miss
your annoying buzzing sound.
Afraid that you might kiss
other flowers on the ground.
buzzin' 'round my head.
I'd slap you away,
but I'm afraid instead.
Afraid that I might miss
your annoying buzzing sound.
Afraid that you might kiss
other flowers on the ground.
If I were telling the truth,
I'd say nothing compares to you,
but the truth makes
your buzzing grow too loud.
My proud little pest.
I'd say nothing compares to you,
but the truth makes
your buzzing grow too loud.
My proud little pest.
(F)
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