Alanis Morissette - Knees Of My Bees Lyrics
we share a culture same vernacularlove of physical humor and time spent aloneyou with your penchant for spontaneous eventsfor sticky and raspy, unearthed and then goneyou are a gift promised sent with a winkwith tendencies for conversations that raise barsyou are a sage who is fueled by compassioncomes to nooks and crannies, is bound for all starsyou make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleyou make the knees of my bees weakyou are a spirit that knows of no limitthat knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-endsyou are a wordsmith who cares for his brothersnot seduced by illusions of fair-weather friendsyou make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleyou make the knees of my bees weakyou are a vision who lives by the signals ofstomach and intuition as your guideyou are a sliver of god on a platterwho walks what he talks and who cops when he’s liedyou make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleyou make the knees of my bees weakyou make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleyou make the knees of my bees weakyou make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckleyou make the knees of my bees weak 
