queen bee oh queen bee
why must you
save the last dance
just for satan?
why can’t it be me?
what confessions
are you still anticipating?
fly down to my garden
i’ve given you
almost everything
queen bee you’re my queen bee
your smile is sad
and i’m just your sly detective
come lead me
savaged and fiending
fiending for just one more night
beneath your crown reflective
fly down to my garden
i want to luxuriate in your sting
queen bee oh my queen bee
why must you save
the last dance always for satan?
why can’t it ever just be me?
here in the shade of the bunker
you shall find me your waiting
fly down
to my garden
i want to luxuriate in your sting
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