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 your 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 in 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'd you think the widow's wearin' black?
Queen bee, baby Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you But the queen bee's never gonna be alone. Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis and you knows why he's on his knees. He may have religion but he's just a sittin' pigeon if a woman even stars to tease. 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 the meat on the plate, not even first rate, she's gonna feed you to her seventh son. The queen bee's story, is the power and the glory, of the women who have ruled alone. Little Nefertiti used to consummate a treaty in the bed as much as on the throne. Everyone was urgin' Queen Elizabeth the Virgin, just to try a man but she'd refuse. Queen Isabella was the one who said this fella named Columbus ought to take a cruise. Didn't Cleopatra try to gratify and satisfy the men she held within the grasp? The pyramids where shakin' from the peace that she was makin' but she ended with a stupid asp.
The Queen Bee, no way, and even tho' they think they're the kings (egotistical things) Who are they foolin'? playin' at rulin', it's the Queen behind the scene who pulls the strings.
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 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 them 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 Throw out the glory Bring in the men (give me them and I'll swing) Write me a sequel Give me an equal And I'll give that man I'm gonna give that lovin' man I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man I'm gonna give him that lovin' sting! Zap! Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
