(Donelly)



My blessed son, you...

You've got alot to learn

So I'm your best friend

You love me and

Well I'll tell you something

We're on the road to messy



Now the bees behind my head sing "beware"

But my bee stung tongue wants in there

Beware Beware

Beware of me

If your heart is not on my side

You're not on my side anymore



I steal a piece of your diary

I don't think that looks loke me

Am I so cold now that I'm older?

I tell you stories

That doesn't mean you know me



Now that bees behind my eyes sing "beware"

But my bee stung tongue wants in there

You come at me with mouth open wide

And I, like a jerk, crawl inside

Beware Beware

Beware of me

If your heart is not on my side

You're not on my side anymore