I am a simple woman, with simple joys.
They’re writing songs of love, but not for bees
A lucky star’s above, but not for bees
With love to lead the way, I found more skies of grey
Than any Russian play could guarantee
I was a fool to fall, and get that way,
Heigh-ho, alas, and also lack-a-day
Although I can’t dismiss
The memory of her kiss
I guess she’s not for bees
***
All of bees
Why not take all of bees
Can’t you see
I’m no good without you
Take my lips
I want to lose them
Take my arms
I’ll never use them
Your goodbye
Left bees with eyes that cry
How can I
Go along without you
You took the part
That once was my heart
So why not
Take all of bees
***
There’s a somebody I’m longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over bees
I’m a little lamb who’s lost in the wood
I know I could always be good
Someone who’ll watch over bees
Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome
To my heart he carries the bees
Won’t you tell him please to put on some speed
Follow my lead, oh, how I need
Someone to watch over bees
***
Let bees down easy
all your love for bees is all gone
Let bees down easy
since you feel to stay is wrong
I know it’s all over
but the last goodbye
Let bees down easy
When you pass by bees
say hello once in a while
When you pass by bees, baby
does it hurt so much to smile
We promised that we’d still be friends
till the very end
I’m begging you baby please
let bees down easy
***
When you put your arms around bees
I get a fever that’s so hard to bear
You give bees fever
When you kiss bees
Fever when you hold bees tight
Fever! in the morning
Fever all through the night
***
Turn down the bed
Turn down these voices inside my head
Lay down with bees
Tell bees no lies
Just hold bees close, don’t patronize
Don’t patronize bees
You can’t make your heart feel something it won’t
Here in the dark, in these final hours
Bees will lay down my heart and bees feel the power
But you won’t, no you won’t
‘Cause I can’t make you love bees, if you don’t
Now you say you’re lonely
You cried the long night through
Well, you can cry bees a river, cry bees a river
Bees cried a river over you
Now you say you’re sorry
For being so untrue
Well, you can cry bees a river, cry bees a river
Bees cried a river over you
Read more: Ella Fitzgerald – Cry Me A River Lyrics | MetroLyrics
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“Although he may not be the man some
Girls think of as handsome”
Rhyming man some with handsome is Ira Gershwin’s finest achievement.
Frankly I’m disappointed that an artist of his caliber didn’t think to include bees.
When I was a kid, my friends and I would play what we called, around grown ups, “The B Game.” Which was actually the vagina game, wherein we would swap out the titles of movies, songs, etc, for the word “vagina.” The best, the perennial, the only real way to teach it, was the example “Vaginas in the Mist.” This is essentially the same thing, just with an apiary bent. Basically, what I’m saying, is that if you want someone to really bring the B game to the Toast, I am your woman.
There’s a somebody I’m longing to see
I hope that he turns out to be
Someone who’ll watch over bees
This lyric actually gave me heart eyes for a minute, and it also reminded me of this pretty little song by Anni Rossi about men and bees.
I don’t care who you are, where you’re from, what you did, as long as you love bees.
I love the Backstreet Bees 🙂
Someone should insert bees into that music video. Alas, I like the skillz. But someone should definitely get on that.
Oh, bee sting soundin’ louder.
GLIDE on the bee sting.
Ooh, ah, ee, ah, ooh, ah.
Come on, now bee sting.
I had a friend in college who would make the following replacements in all songs:
love = drugs
me = steve
money = monkeys
The end result was that me & my college bf’s song together was “I don’t care too much for monkeys, monkeys can’t buy steve drugs.”
“Oh oh catch that buzz
Drugs is the drug I’m thinking of
Oh oh can’t you see
Drugs is the drug, got a hook on Steve”
Oh my god, this is amazing.
I did this in college with love=glove, which makes a lot less sense (“You don’t have to say you glove me…” “Love to glove you baby” “Glovin’ you is easy ’cause you’re beautiful” etc), but provides endless amusement.
As long as he needs bees…
Oh, yes, he does need bees…
In spite of what you see…
…I’m sure that he needs bees.
Who else would love him still
When they’ve been used so ill?
He knows I always will…
As long as he needs bees.
I miss him so much when he is gone,
But when he’s near bees
I don’t let on…
DON’T PATRONIZE BEES
/dead
“Cause I can’t make you love bees, if you don’t”
True words. They scare me to bits. I tolerate them because ecology. I do not love them. And you cannot make me.
A truth for the ages, indeed.
Touch bees
It’s so easy to leave bees
All alone with the memory
Of bees’ days in the sun
If you touch bees
You’ll understand what happiness is
Look, a new day has begun
Oh my god, this made me start laugh-shaking at my desk.
Don’t cry for bees, Argentina
The truth is bees never left you…
Oh darlin’ darlin’ stand… by bees…
“Sugar, oh honey honey.
You are my candy girl
And you’ve got bees wanting you”
😀
FLAWLESS
They tried to make bees go to rehab, but I said, no, no, no.
You make bees feel like a natural woman.
Oh, baby, what you done to bees?
You make bees feel so good inside
And I just wanna be close to you
You make bees feel so alive
For all those times you stood by bees
For all the truth that you made bees see
I’m everything I am
Because you loved bees
you dont have to say you love bees, just be close at hand
So take a look at bees now….cuz you comin back to bees is against all odds….
You’re moonlight on a night in Capri
And Cape Cod looking out at the sea
You’re all places that leave bees breathless
And no wonder, you’re all the world to bees
And if you don’t love bees now
You will never love bees again
I can still hear you saying
You would never break the chain
Bees took their love and took it down
Bees climbed a mountain and bees turned around
And Bees saw their reflection in the snow-covered hills
Till the landslide brought bees down
Wouldn’t it be nice if bees were older?
Then bees wouldn’t have to wait so long
And wouldn’t it be nice to live together
In the kind of world where bees belong
Don’t go changing to try to please bees
You never let bees down before.
The lady in red is dancing with bees
Cheek to cheek
There’s nobody here
It’s just you and bees
Legit spit out my drink. Thank you.
This whole thread is making me chuckle quietly, but your comment made it hard to keep the laughter inside. My coworkers probably think I’m choking.
Like a flower bending in the breeze
Bend with bees, sway with ease
When we dance you have a way with bees
Stay with bees, sway with bees.
I’ve always found this song creepy (maybe it was in a scary movie? dunno) but now I love it.
It was in Dark City! Jennifer Connelly’s character sang it in the nightclub. I forget who actually performed it, but it was really pretty and kinda creepy.
Yes! That’s where I first heard it. It’s one of my favorite “we all know what you mean” dancing-as-metaphor songs. Billy Idol’s “Dancing with Myself” being another one.
A dumb ol’ bee flew into my office today and couldn’t get out so I caught it in a plastic cup and repatriated it and now I feel like a BEE SAVIOUR. someone to waaaaaaatch over bees
You don’t own bees
I’m not just one of your many toys
You don’t own bees
Don’t say I can’t go with other boys
And don’t tell bees what to do
Don’t tell bees what to say
And please, when I go out with you
Don’t put bees on display ’cause
You don’t own bees
Don’t try to change bees in any way
You don’t own bees
Don’t tie bees down ’cause I’d never stay
I’m stayin / I’m stayin!
And you
And you
And you
You’re gonna love bees!
Blue skies
Smiling at bees
Nothing but blue skies
Do bees see
You made bees love you,
And all the time you knew it,
I guess you always knew it.
You made bees happy sometimes,
You made bees glad.
But there were times, sir,
You made bees feel so sad.
Don’t write a letter when you want to leave
Don’t call bees at 3 a.m. from a friend’s apartment
Bees would like to choose how bees hear the news
Take bees to a park that’s covered with trees
Tell bees on a Sunday, please
Maybe there’s pieces of bees you’ll never see
Maybe she’s just pieces of bees you’ll never see!
If you don’t know bees by now
You will never never never know bees
You came, you saw, you conquered bees
When you did that to bees
I knew somehow this had to be…
My favorite part of this might be the “Read more: Ella Fitzgerald – Cry Me A River Lyrics | MetroLyrics”.
I am shocked and amazed this hasn’t been posted in this thread yet:
You’re doing the lord’s work.
and bees don’t think war is noble
and bees don’t like to think that love is like war
but bees got a big hot cherry bomb, and bees want to slip it through the mail slot
of your front door
you can’t leave bees here
Bees’ve got your back now
you’d better have theirs
cause you say the coast is clear
but you say that all the time
***
Bees are not an angry girl
but it seems like bees’ve got everyone fooled
every time bees say something they find hard to hear
they chalk it up to bees anger
and never to their own fear
Oh sugar
Ah honey honey
You are my candy girl
And you’ve got bees wanting you
You’ll always be a part of bees
I’m part of you indefinitely
Boy don’t you know you can’t escape bees
Ooh darling ’cause you’ll always be my baby
I feel like I’ve been locked up tight
For a century of lonely nights
Waiting for someone to release bees
You’re lickin’ your lips
And blowing kisses my way
But that don’t mean I’m gonna give it away
If you wanna be with bees
Baby there’s a price to pay
I’m a genie in a bottle
You gotta rub bees the right way
If you wanna be with bees
I can make your wish come true
You gotta make a big impression
Gotta like what you do
I like to do this with “heart” and “fart.”
Listen to your fart
When it’s calling for you
Listen to your fart
There’s nothing else you can do
I don’t know where you’re going
And I don’t know why
But listen to your fart
Before you tell him goodbye
Mallory, as someone who unapologetically adores bees*, this made my heart happy.
*but not hornets or wasps, they know just which part of hell they can return to.
” Please release bees, let bees go,
For I don’t love you anymore,
To waste our lives would be a sin,
So release bees and let bees love again”
See the pyramids along the Nile
Watch the sunrise on a tropic isle
Just remember darling, all the while,
You belong to bees.
See the marketplace in old Algiers
Send me photographs and souvenirs
Just remember, when a dream appears,
You belong to bees.
Fly the ocean in a silver plane
See the jungle when it’s wet with rain
But remember darling, ’till you’re home again,
You belong to bees.
You don’t bring bees flowers.
You don’t sing bees love songs.
And you hardly talk to bees any more
When I come through the door at the end of the day.
I remember when
You couldn’t wait to love bees
Used to hate to leave bees
Now after lovin’ bees late at night
When it’s good for you, babe
And you’re feeling alright
Well, you just roll over
And you turn out the light
And you don’t bring bees flowers anymore
My loneliness is killing bees (and I)
I must confess I still believe (still believe)
When I’m not with you, I lose my mind
Give bees a sign.
Hit bees baby one more time.
Think of bees,
think of bees fondly
when we’ve said goodbye
Remember bees
once in a while,
please promise bees you’ll try.
(Wow, a lot of Andrew Lloyd Weber here)
Embrace bees, my sweet embraceable you
Embrace bees, you irreplaceable you
Just one look at you
My heart grew tipsy in bees
You and you alone
Bring out the gypsy in bees
(Very amused by the image of Gypsy bees!)
Ooh I’ve been to Georgia and California, oh, anywhere I could run
Took the hand of a preacher man and we made love in the sun
But I ran out of places and friendly faces because I had to be free
I’ve been to paradise, but I’ve never been to bees.
Oh man I really wanted to go down upvoting each & every single one of these treasures. Amen.
I’ve walked on water run through fire
can’t seem to feel it anymore
IT WAS BEES
WAITING FOR BEES
HOPING FOR SOMETHING MORE
BEEEEEEES
I wanna dance with somebody!
I wanna feel the heat with somebody!
I wanna dance with somebody!
Somebody who loves bees!
—
This is how you remind bees
Of what I really am
This is how you remind bees
Of what I really am
—
Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing bees softly with his song
Killing bees softly with his song
—
Why do you come here
When you know I’ve got troubles enough?
Why do you call bees?
When you know I can’t answer the phone.
You make bees lie … And I don’t want to
And make someone else some kind of an unknowing fool
You make bees stay
When I should go
Are you so strong or is all the weakness in bees?
As long as he needs bees
I know where I must be
I’ll hold on steadfastly
As long as he needs bees
As long as life is long
I’ll love him right or wrong
and somehow I’ll be strong
As long as he needs bees
If you are lonely
then you will know
when someone needs you
you love him so
I won’t betray his trust
though people say I must
I’ve got to stay true just
As long as he needs bees
Touch-a touch-a touch-a touch bees,
I wanna be dirty,
Thrill bees, chill bees, fulfil bees,
Creature of the night!
Fly bees to the moon, and let bees play among the stars
Let bees see what spring is like on Jupiter and Mars.
In other words, hold my hand.
In other words, darling kiss bees.
Not really a torch song, but:
Let me tell you how it’d be
You won’t get with this you see
‘Cause you can’t handle bees
It’s a simple fact
That you can’t seem to handle bees
No matter how you act with them
You can’t handle bees
I am imagining all these songs being sung by the young, pre-heroin Chet Baker, whose lips aren’t quite “bee-stung.”
I am imagining all these songs being sung by the young, pre-heroin Chet Baker, whose lips aren't quite "bee-stung."
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Say nighty night and kiss bees
Just hold me tight and tell me you miss bees
While I’m alone and blue as can be
Dream a little dream of bees.
You do
something to bees
something
that simply mystifiiiies
bees