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The beekeeper's wifeShe wore a red cross across her chest and dressed in whiteShe could cure all the pain in a way you can't prescribeAnd I swear she was the only thing keeping those bees aliveBut I could hardly understandUntil her wings were buzzingThe beekeeper's wifeShe took off her dress and walked him out of the hiveAnd in her naked hand was a rusted can of pesticideShe said, "I'm sorry but all of these bees have got to die"But I could hardly understandThe words she was mumblingShe is a bearShe is a bearShe is a bear and I'm so scaredShe is a bearShe is a bearOnce a nurse, then a wasp, and now just a bearWith her claws she dug all of the honey from my lungsShe is a bearShe is a bearShe is a bear but I'm not scared From Letras Mania