EXTRACT COMBS

EXTRACT COMBS BY SAM TUMBLIN

Find the one you love is like honey

Takes time to extract combs definitely not funny

End result is the sweetness on the lips

Never no thought about that the bees quip

Flying around their nectar throngs

Making nectar no clue to wrongs

Find the one you love is like honey

Takes time to extract combs definitely not funny

Wish we all could be like the bee

Work problems out instead of flee

Extract that love from the start

Transfuse that nectar to the heart

End result is sweetness on lips

Never no thought about our quips

Find the one you love is like honey

Takes time to extract combs definitely not funny

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