Song | Queen Bee |
Artist | Barbra Streisand |
Album | A Star Is Born [live] |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
Lyrics:R.Holmes Music:R.Holmes | |
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 slide 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 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 torne it! | |
You been messin' with a hornet, | |
she's a blue-blood wasp, you know. | |
And just as you do it, | |
she'll inject yiu 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 bad 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. | |
Did'nt 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 | |
(escatological 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 thatwe'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, | |
insidethe garden. Hear the serpent's sond? | |
It's so frustratin', when you're really into martin', | |
and thereain't a lovin' man around. | |
Whoever wrote this story | |
Throw out the glory | |
Bring in the men (give me them an 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 that lovin' sting! Zap! |
Lyrics: R. Holmes Music: R. Holmes | |
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 slide 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 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 torne it! | |
You been messin' with a hornet, | |
she' s a blueblood wasp, you know. | |
And just as you do it, | |
she' ll inject yiu 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 bad 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. | |
Did' nt 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 | |
escatological 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 thatwe' 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, | |
insidethe garden. Hear the serpent' s sond? | |
It' s so frustratin', when you' re really into martin', | |
and thereain' t a lovin' man around. | |
Whoever wrote this story | |
Throw out the glory | |
Bring in the men give me them an 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 that lovin' sting! Zap! |
Lyrics: R. Holmes Music: R. Holmes | |
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 slide 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 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 torne it! | |
You been messin' with a hornet, | |
she' s a blueblood wasp, you know. | |
And just as you do it, | |
she' ll inject yiu 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 bad 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. | |
Did' nt 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 | |
escatological 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 thatwe' 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, | |
insidethe garden. Hear the serpent' s sond? | |
It' s so frustratin', when you' re really into martin', | |
and thereain' t a lovin' man around. | |
Whoever wrote this story | |
Throw out the glory | |
Bring in the men give me them an 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 that lovin' sting! Zap! |