Queen Bee
Will you welcome please: The Oreo's
The Black Black Widow is sittin' in the middle
Of the web it's the fly she seeks (boom boom)
You may be her lover but you never will recover
Cuz she ain't had a bite for weeks (boom boom)
You think you're the same cuz you got the same name
But the widow has a mobile home (boom boom)
Remember what I told you
She's got eight arms to hold ya
And she 's never gonna let you roam (boom boom)
She'll tuck you into bed and truck on your head
Then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack.
So if you see a spider
Don't you sidle up beside her
Why you think the widow's wearing black?
Jack (ou!)
The Queen bee baby
Pray that you may be left on your own
Uh huh
Nothing she'll give you is gonna out live you
Oh oh oh
But the queen bee's never gonna be alone
Uh huh
Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis
And you know why he's on his knees
He may have religion
But he's just a sittin pigeon
If a woman even starts to tease
He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble
On his neck what a way to go
Now you've gone and torn it!
You 've been messing with a hornet
She's a blue blooded wasp you know
And just as you do it she'll inject you with a fluid
That you ain't even got but none
You're meat on the plate
(Not even first rate) she's gonna feed you to her seventh son
Just like The Queen Bee baby
Pray that you may be left on your oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh own
Nothin' she'll give you is gonna out live you
Uh, uh, uh ... but the queen bee's never gonna be alone
Uh huh... uh huh...
So in conclusion it's an optical illusion
If you think that we're the weaker race.
Men got the muscle but the ladies got the hustle
And the truth is staring in your face
The mother bears stalks and the queen of the hawks is the one who brings home the bread
The lion that is regal and the bald-headed eagle need a woman just to keep them fed
But come the evening we're like Adam and his Eve inside the garden hear the serpent's sound
It's so frustratin' when you're really into matin'
And there ain't a lovin man around.
Whoever wrote the story.
(It's so frustrating when your really into mating
And there isn't a loving man around)
Throw out the glory, bring in the men
(When your really into mating And there isn't a loving man around)
Give me them and I'll swing
Write me a sequel, give me an equal
Uh, uh, oh and I'll give that man
I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man
I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man
I said I'm gonna give him that lovin'
Sting, ZAP!!