The Bees - Belly

My blessed son, you…

You’ve got a lot to learn

So I’m your best friend

You love me, and

Well I’ll tell you something:

«we're on the road to messy.»

Now the bees behind my eyes sing «beware,»

But my bee-stung tongue wants in there

Beware, beware, beware of me

If your heart is not on my side

If your heart is not on my side

If your heart is not on my side

You’re not on my side anymore

I steal a piece of your diary

I don’t think that looks like me

Am I so cold, now that I’m older?

I tell you stories

That doesn’t mean you know me

Now the bees behind my eyes sing, «beware,»

But my bee-stung tongue wants in there

So come at me with mouth open wide

And i, like a jerk, I crawl inside

Beware, beware, beware of me

If your heart is not on my side

If your heart is not on my side

If your heart is not on my side, you’re not on my side anymore