(Verse1)
She the bee,
I the bear
And I want
To be stung.

To get my hands
On her sweet honey
Comb inches from
Where I hung.

Again I lost
My grip facing
Up landing hard
Back on the ground.

Back on the Ground,
Asking my self
What am I
Doing wrong?

(Chorus)
Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,
At the end of
A Judas tree.

Falling repeatedly !
Back on ground,
Looking up at
Circling bees.

Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,
At the end of
A Judas tree.

Falling repeatedly !
Back on ground,
Looking up at
Circling bees.

(Verse2)
I am facing
A problem and
The solution
Had to be found.

How can I
Hold fast and not slide
Back to the place where
I begun.

The first time I
Flinched then just now I
Almost got my
Neck broken.

For hands full,
Sweet honey.
I’m willing
To get stung !

(Chorus)
Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,
At the end of
A Judas tree.

Falling repeatedly !
Back on ground,
Looking up at
Circling bees.

Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,
At the end of
A Judas tree.

Falling repeatedly !
Back on ground,
Looking up at
Circling bees.

(Hook)
Looking up at
The circling,
Whirling buzzing
Bee’s tornado.

A box wave of
Frenzied Gillette
Sentries out on
Roving patrols.

Up on a limb
End of a green
Tree there is a
A bag of gold.

Covered by a
Crown of thorns like
On the vine that
Protects the rose.

(Verse3)
If She is the bee,
Then I am the bear
And I want
To be stung.

Just to get
My two hands,
On her sweet
Honey comb.

Have to get a
Grip do not slip,
And keep my feet
Off the ground

Oh the joy just
To go up a
Cross get honey,
Then hang down.

(EndChorus)
Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,
At the end of
A Judas tree.

Falling repeatedly !
Back on ground,
Looking up at
Circling bees.

Your love is killing me !
Honey comb,


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