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abigail hopkins - harold's bees كلمات أغنية

[verse 1]
there’s a clock ticking in the back room
the old ladies are dusting their illumes with their brooms, with their brooms
harold’s got a swarm of bees
they keep on covering his roses and his bourgainvillea trees
his mrs. lies tucked up in her own bed, keeps on complaining about her aching head (oh, my head!)
demanding endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless, endless cups of lemon tea
rosanna, who livеs down the lane with her skirts a_flowing and hеr jackdoor black hair blowing
keeps on dancing round and round and round and round and round in his brain
rosanna, please, i’m on my knees
you’re driving me insane
how he wishes he’d oiled that old biciycle
time to switch to a tricycle now
the seasons bring in all this rain
never, never enough time in the day to shoo, to shoo all those ants away
rosanna, please, i’m on my knees
harold’s got a swarm of bees
the old ladies in the back room are dusting
and harold’s got a swarm of bees
(oh, my head!)

- abigail hopkins

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