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!