Queen Bee

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 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's got eight arms to hold ya
 And she's never gonna let you 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 you think the widow's wearing black?
 Jack (aw!)
 The Queen Bee, baby
 Pray that you may be left on your own, uh-huh
 Nothin' she'll give you
 Gonna out live you
 Ah-ah-ah, 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 a religion
 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!
 Now you've gone and torn it
 You've 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 a Queen bee baby
 Pray that you may be left on your own
 Nothin' she'll give you
 Gonna outlive you
 Ha-ha-ha, but the Queen Bee's never gonna be alone, uh-huh, uh-huh
 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 staring 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 regale and the bald-headed eagle need a woman just to keep them fed
 But come the evening we're like Adam and his Eve inside the garden hear the serpents sound
 It's so frustrating when you're really intimating and there ain't a lovin' man around
 Whoever wrote the story (when you're really intimating and there ain't a lovin' man around)
 Throw out the glory (when you're really intimating and there ain't a lovin' man around)
 Who'd be them in our swing?
 Write me a sequel, give me an equal
 And I'll give that man (yes, I will)
 I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man
 I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man (alright)
 I said I'm gonna give him that lovin' sting
 Zap!