Barbra Streisand - Queen Bee Lyrics

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The black black widow is sittin' in the middle

Of the web it's the fly she seeks

You may be her lover but you never will recover

'Cause she ain't had a bite for weeks

You think you're the same 'cause you got the same name

But the widow has a mobile home

Remember what I told you she got eight arms to hold you

And she's never gonna let your roam

She'll tuck you into bed truck on your head

Then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack

So if you see a spider don't you saddle up beside her

Why do you think the widow's wearin' black? Oww

Queen bee baby

Pray that you may be left on your own uh huh

Nothin' she'll give you gonna outlive you uh uh uh

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 but he's just a sittin' pigeon

If a woman even starts to tease

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He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble

On his neck what a way to go

And now you done and torn it you been messin' 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 own

Nothin' she'll give you gonna outlive you

But the queen bee's never gonna be alone

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 starin' in your face

The mother bear 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 'em fed

But come the evenin' 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 this story

(It's so frustratin' when you're really into matin')

(And there ain't a lovin' man around)

Throw out the glory bring in the men

(It's so frustratin' when you're really into matin')

(And there ain't a lovin' man around)

Give me them and I'll swing

Write me a sequel

Give me an equal

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

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