Knees Of My Bees Lyrics

Knees Of My Bees

We share a culture same vernacularLove of physical humor and time spent aloneYou
with your penchant for spontaneous eventsFor sticky and raspy, unearthed and
then goneYou are a gift promised sent with a winkWith tendencies for
conversations that raise barsYou are a sage who is feuled by compassionComes to
nooks and crannies, is bound for all starsChorus:You make the knees of my bees
weak, tremble and buckleyou make the knees of my bees weakYou are a spirit that
knows of no limitThat knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-endsYou are a
wordsmith who cares for his brothersNot seduced by illusions of fair-weather
friendsChorusYou are a vision who lives by the signals ofStomach and intuition
as your guideYou are a sliver of God on a platterWho walks what he talks and
who cops when he's liedChorus (3x)