Knees of My Bees
Alanis Morissette"Knees of My Bees" es una canción de Alanis Morissette, 2004, Pop. La canción dura 2:51, 34 lines / 211 words.
Letra
0:10We share a culture same vernacular
0:13Love of physical humor and time spent alone
0:19You with your penchant for spontaneous advents
0:23For sticky and raspy
0:26Unearthed and then gone
0:29You are a gift renaissance
0:31With a wink
0:33With tendencies for conversations that raise bars
0:38You are a sage who is fueled by compassion
0:43Comes to nooks and crannies
0:45As balm for all scars
0:47You make the knees of my bees weak
0:53Tremble and buckle
0:56You make the knees of my bees weak
1:07You are a spirit that knows of no limit
1:11That knows of no ceiling
1:14Who baulks at dead ends
1:16You are a wordsmith
1:18Who cares for his brothers
1:21Not seduced by illusion or fair weather friends
1:25You make the knees of my bees weak
1:31Tremble and buckle
1:35You make the knees of my bees weak
2:04You are a vision who lives by the signals of
2:09Stomach and intuition as your guide
2:14You are a sliver of god on a platter
2:18Who walks what he talks and
2:21Who cops when he's lied
2:23You make the knees of my bees weak
2:29Tremble and buckle
2:32You make the knees of my bees weak
2:42You make the knees of my bees weak
2:48Tremble and buckle
2:51You make the knees of my bees weak
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
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