Lletres: Tori Amos. The Beekeeper. Sweet The Sting.

With a strut into the room with his hat cocked sure defiantly
He said "I, I have heard that you can play the way I like it to be played"
I said, "I can play, anyway that you want but first I want, I want to know

Baby is it sweet sweet sweet the sting, is it real this infusion
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody shake shake shake me sane
'Cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail"
Yeah, yeah, yeah

He said "I laid my weapons down with my pistol fully loaded
A hunted man to my root, will it end or begin in your cinnabar juice?"

Is it sweet sweet sweet the sting, is it real this infusion
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody shake shake shake me sane
'Cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Love let me breathe breathe you in
Melt the confusion until there is there is your union

Baby is it sweet sweet sweet the sting, is it real this infusion
Can it heal where others before have failed?
If so then somebody shake shake shake me sane
'Cause I am inching ever closer to the tip of this scorpion's tail
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Baby is it sweet, baby is it sweet, baby is it sweet