What's it to be with someone you adore
Such that life without her becomes a chore
Is it even possible for such as me
To be loved by a Venetian bumblebee

What if the stories are untrue
And, someone for everybody just a vile ruse
What if I were the ugliest man alive
My face and skin swollen like a bee hive

Will it be my fate to watch and burn
My lips thirsty for the gentle kiss they yearn
Would it not be kinder to blow out this fire
And save me from wasting time on this unfulfilled desire

I want to be be great, I do have a dream
To uplift this word from these problems so mean
If I were free, I would fly to the sun
And steal from that star the secret of its everlasting burn

But alas, these faces my eyes can't unsee
Their flowery smiles and dimples soft and deep
And my ambition which wants to fly to the sun
Is imprisoned in a cell missing a special someone...