You're a flower, for the bee
You're good at stinging, stinging me
Your pollen, it tastes too sweet
No none for me miss, none for me
And here we go, like we do
We spin in circles, me around you
And you're a friend, so you should stay
But you listened to those whispers
And you went away
And it's a lonely world
For a girl
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