Barbra Streisand – Queen Bee Lyrics

Artist: Barbra Streisand
Album: Star Is Born
Genre: Musical

Listen to song while you read lyrics!

The black, black widow is sittin’ in the middle
Of the web, it’s the fly she seeks
You may be her lover but you never will recover
‘Cause she ain’t had a bite for weeks

You think you’re the same, ’cause you got the same name
But the widow has a mobile home
Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you
And she’s never gonna let your roam

She’ll tuck you into bed, truck on your head
Then she’ll wrap you as a midnight snack
So if you see a spider, don’t you saddle up beside her
Why do you think the widow’s wearin’ black? Oww

Queen bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh
Nothin’ she’ll give you, gonna outlive you, uh uh uh
But the queen bee’s never gonna be alone, uh huh

Long before Atlantis, there has been a praying mantis
And you know why he’s on his knees?
He may have religion but but he’s just a sittin’ pigeon
If a woman even starts to tease

He won’t even quibble if she has a little nibble
On his neck, what a way to go
And now you done and torn it, you been messin’ with a hornet
She’s a blue-blooded wasp, you know

And just as you do it, she’ll inject you with a fluid
That you ain’t even got but none
You’re meat on the plate, not even first rate
She’s gonna feed you to her seventh son

Just like the queen bee, baby
Pray that you may be left on your own
Nothin’ she’ll give you, gonna outlive you
But the queen bee’s never gonna be alone

So, in conclusion, it’s an optical illusion
If you think that we’re the weaker race
Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle
And the truth is starin’ in your face

The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks
Is the one who brings home the bread
The lion that is regal, and the bald headed eagle
Need a woman just to keep ’em fed

But come the evenin’, we’re like Adam and his Eve
Inside the garden, hear the serpent’s sound
It’s so frustratin’, when you’re really into matin’
And there ain’t a lovin’ man around

Whoever wrote this story
(It’s so frustratin’, when you’re really into matin’)
(And there ain’t a lovin’ man around)
Throw out the glory, bring in the men
(It’s so frustratin’, when you’re really into matin’)
(And there ain’t a lovin’ man around)

Give me them and I’ll swing
Write me a sequel
Give me an equal
Oh and I’ll give that man

I said I’m gonna give that lovin’ man
I said I’m gonna give that lovin’ man
I said I’m gonna give him that lovin’ sting
Zap!

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