Bee Forms
Spires That In The Sunset Rise
Ooh, oh, oh Ooh, oh, oh Feeling from her shawl That she wrapped round his skull And let the scorn taper down In some the locks went down She twitched fine lips Ooh, oh, oh Ooh, oh, oh Bee, ah Ooh Bee, ah Ooh, oh Bee, ah, ah Ooh, oh, o Oh Oh