The Bee - Starlight Mints

Her eyes stickin' through the walls

My mind was makin' individual calls

She smell like whispers in the rain

But the cherry jet was not an airplane

She was easy to please

Much smaller than your average bee

So I shouted through my megaphone

There’s a lobster on my telephone

And I don’t know why the queen of bees

Would be sharkin' the town while she buzzes all around

Kill the host and hide the bee

Save your thoughts and run

(No!)

Call Chicago, call Chicago, call

But I don’t know why Chicago call

Now who is this, la belle cheri?

Floatin' like a butterfly, breakin' up the family

Kill the host and hide the bee

If she dies, come home

I couldn’t feel the sting at all

It hit me by the window

I took it like an arrow

Wasn’t music after all

No one to believe it

And no one knows about the call

No one knows about it all

No, now it’s all…

The bee and me!

I think she found a little honeycomb

The bee, so cray

No way

Kill the host and hide the bee