My blessed son, you You've got a lot to learn So I'm your best friend You love me and Well, I'll tell you something We're on the road to messy Now the bees behind my eyes sing, beware But my bee stung tongue wants in there Beware, beware, beware of me If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side You're not on my side anymore Ooh I steal a piece of your diary I don't think that looks like me Am I so cold? Now that I'm older I tell you stories That doesn't mean you know me Now the bees behind my eyes sing, beware But my bee stung tongue wants in there So come at me with mouth open wide And I, like a jerk, I crawl inside Beware, beware, beware of me If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side If your heart is not on my side You're not on my side anymore