Lyrics:
St Bees

like And come to my crib run your jibs and ad lib. Urban cross-dressing language molesting Here's a suggestion time for a confession. I never liked you I still want to fight you K.O. 1st

could happen to me Birds and bees without flowers Girls be strong, boys don't cower Stand by your seat, scream and shower Oh, how the sweet can turn sour Birds and bees

(r. cook/r. greenway/b. backer/b. davis) I'd like to build the world a home And furnish it with love Grow apple trees and honey bees And snow-white

Bees are black eyed birds that buzz My love has my favorite ears They lean forward when she hears Well, evil is all evil was Bees are blue eyed knees

To date HAKEEM & MELANIE And that's why . . . Whites do it, Blacks do it, Ashkenazim and Cossacks do it, Let's do it, let's set a date. In St. Vincent

don't have to call her Takes it all in like a deep throat Warm and all fuzzy like a sheep coat My name tattooed on her waistline Taste fine like a track with a bassline Honey bees

I'd like to build the world a home And furnish it with love Grow apple trees and honey bees And snow-white turtle doves Chorus: I'd like to teach the

could happen to me Birds and bees without flowers Girls be strong, boys don't cower Stand by your seat, scream and shower Oh, how the sweet can turn sour Birds and bees

St. Louis ain't hip hop? Dirty we hop to what's hip I'm a lunatic with too much grip to let a slip I'm so St. Louis, ask my tatooist I was like the waterboy