Queen Bee

Will you welcome, please, The Oreo?

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!