My precious bee
That stung me
With its needle of love
Poisoned and drugged
Un baring its distance
Away from me
Making me addicted to its fantasy
Merry and jolly
By its drug I golly
Wanting more and never getting fully
Oh why oh why do I always need more
From my precious bee although it sore
But my bee my bee
My precious bee
Was never so greedy
Always tend to inject me
With a needle of love and passion and care
Sending me back to its fantasy
My precious bee
That stung me
With its needle of love
Poisoned and drugged
Un baring its distance
Away from me
Making me addicted to its fantasy
Merry and jolly
By its drug I golly
Wanting more and never getting fully
Oh why oh why do I always need more
From my precious bee although it sore
But my bee my bee
My precious bee
Was never so greedy
Always tend to inject me
With a needle of love and passion and care
Sending me back to its fantasy
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