She glides by upon a bank of violets
With those eyes that see it all
Like a bee with honeyed thighs
A living hell, a slice of heaven
Every truth and every lie
She holds a candle to my shame
I take everything but blame
When it comes to naming names
Uncertain, coy and hard to please
She kisses me through gritted teeth
But when I'm weak, she whispers dreams
She says "Oh well, you're no Mel Gibson
Today could be your lucky day
And I collapse into a heap
She's a bee with honeyed thighs
A living hell, a slice of heaven
Like a bee with honeyed thighs
A living hell, a slice of heaven
Every truth and every lie
She laughs and sunshine hits her face
Cries and tears pour down like rain
When it comes to naming names
When it comes to naming names
And she says kiss me, kiss me, kiss me
Kiss me, miss me, kiss me
And she says kiss me, kiss me, kiss me