Knees of My Bees

Knees Of My Bees - Alanis Morissette

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