Boom-Badda-Bing The bee stings- Boom-badda-bing- The bee stings- Boom-badda-bing- Goodnight- Heavy movement upstairs- Guitar and sex, when she’s there- Goodnight its time to sleep- The moon is sitting up there- The night conceals its strings- Lover’s upstairs- Quarrelling and screaming- Another dam night- First the guitar is played, then the bed is squeaking- He’s serenading her- But she's doing all the singing- Boom-badda-bing- The bee stings- Boom-badda-bing- The bee stings-Birth sign: Libra
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