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I hear the humbuzz of the bees
so gently floating around your knees.
Your dress of white breathes summer light
to sweat the sweet skin of your knees.
I hear the humbuzz of the bees
intently forming around your knees.
They tickle your dress (oooh) to leave a mess
of honey dripping from your knees.
Bzzzzzzzzâ¦
I hear the humbuzz of the bees
violently swarming around your knees.
They then begin to sting your skin
to send you falling to your knees.
Until I come to cover you
and lay you down in fields of ease
My body lies a sacrifice
to take the poison of the bees.
Bzzzzzzzzâ¦
We sleep for days in summer fields
and long forgotten are the bees.
âTil patiently, you trust in me
to taste the honey from your knees.
I taste the honey from your knees.
Is this your honey grubbing me?