Alanis Morissette - Knees Of My Bees

Alanis Morissette - Knees Of My Bees слова, текст песни.

We share a culture same vernacular


Love of physical humor and time spent alone


You with your penchant for spontaneous advents


For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone





You are a gift renaissance with a wink


With tendencies for conversations that raise bars


You are a sage who is fueled by compassion


Comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars





You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle


You make the knees of my bees weak





You are a spirit that knows of no limit


That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends


You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers


Not seduced by illusion or fair-weather friends





You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle


You make the knees of my bees weak





You are a vision who lives by the signals of


Stomach and intuition as your guide


You are a sliver of god on a platter


Who walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied





You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle


You make the knees of my bees weak


You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle


You make the knees of my bees weak


You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle


You make the knees of my bees weak


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