Let us play with fire
In the flames, there I will see
What's your true desire
For I cannot foresee
Or direct your passions
And I long to be with thee
In an earnest fashion
Here, little bumble bee
Please do not deceive me
It's too far for me to flee
You've begun to scare me
Will you use your stinger
And lay me to my waste
Or am I the ring leader
The master of the pace
As you draw in nearer
My eyes will open wide
And I will see you clearer
And I will then decide
It will then, be too late
And I will not be free
I will surely learn my fate
For dealing with the bee
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