The first time that I saw you
In a world just made of blue
I thought it couldn’t come true
Etre avec vous
(’Cos) I’m a bee(’n) what are you?
Not a flower
No daisy it ain’t you
No sunflower
Summer raindrops suddenly
Under your skirt you hide me
Your legs smell just like honey
Je dors ici
(But) I’m a bee(’n) what are thee?
Not a flower
No poppy it ain’t yee
No rose either
And I tease you playfully
Tickling your skin with my wings
But your thighs are crushing me
Vite, allons-y
(Oh) I’m a bee(’n) what are thee?
Not a flower
A girl with golden hair
Stung! I need air
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