I\'m flying like a bee
Above a flower sea
I need some nectar on my glands
But the hives are closed
Where the a queen bee grows
Breathlessly, I\'m waiting to land
I like to survey the plot
Find a vacant lot
Seek out some mutual satisfaction
Need the thrill of the chase
Hands on my mace
Be consumed by female interaction
Fed up with the twist
The flick of the wrist
I want to dance the Lindy Hop
Want to see her flirt
Really work her skirt
To see who comes out on top