Lyrik von Alanis Morissette Knees Of My Bees,Komponist:Alanis Morissette,Schriftsteller:Alanis Morissette
Sänger : Alanis Morissette
Schriftsteller : Alanis Morissette
Komponist : Alanis Morissette
We share a culture, same vernacularLove of physical humor and time spent aloneYou with your penchant for spontaneous adventsFor sticky unrests be unearthed and then gone You are a gift renaissance with a winkWith tendencies for conbersations that raise barsYou are a sage who is fueled by compassion comes tonooks and crannies as balm for all scars You make the knees of my bees weakTremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weak You are a spirit that knows of no limitWho knows of no ceiling, who balks atdead endsYou are a wordsmith who cares for his brothersNot seduced by illusion or fair weather friends You make the knees of my bees weakTremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weak You are a vision who lives by the signals of stomach and intuition as your guideYou are sliver of God on a platter who walks what hi talksand who cops when he's lied You make the knees of my bees weakTremble and buckleYou make the knees of my bees weak