Crouching Bees

Dressing up in push-up bras and daisy chains
Coming up on street drugs
Why won’t you let me scold you
Why won’t you let me have my say
And what can I do next for you
Breaking my balls to floor you
Why won’t you look at me that way
I’m living in a rut with a little sparkler
Shotgun shells
And Tinseltown
She’s a waste of time
And out of bounds
Well I’m playing a lady for today
I’d pop a wheelie for you, hey
I want you stuck to every corner of my face
I’m living in a rut with a little sparkler
Playing the lady for today
I’d pop a wheelie for you, hey
Why don’t you look at me that way
I’m living in a rut with a little sparkler
What can I do next for you
Breaking my balls to floor you, yay
Why don’t you look at me that way