Honey Bee Blues

Mary Mary sure looked good to me
She was a yellow flower and I was a honey bee
She knocked me so far out that I couldn’t see

Mary Mary lived high on the hill
She could be as sweet just as sure as her looks could kill
She could make me crazy for another thrill

As soon as it seemed
She wanted to be with me
I flew on a breeze
Of what she could be for me

A dream
A destiny
I could only see what I wanted to see

When we walked into bars people stopped and stared
Mary always chose the boldest clothes to wear
I but I didn’t really care I was glad to be there

When I met Mary man I swear I saw
An angel of a woman good god who had no flaws
I was too drunk with dreams to ever see her claws

As soon as it seemed
She wanted to be with me
I flew on a breeze
Of what she could be for me

A dream
A destiny
I could only see what I wanted to see

I could only see what I wanted to see



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