Knees Of My Bees

 
              D 
We share a culture, same vernacular 
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Love of physical humor and time spent alone  
D 
You with your penchant for spontaneous advents 
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for sticky unrests be unearthed and then gone 
D 
You are a gift renaissance with a wink  
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with tendencies for conversations that raise bars 
D 
You are a sage who is fueled by compassion  
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comes to nooks and crannies as balm for all scars 
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You make the knees of my bees weak 
D        Bm   A
Tremble and buckle 
D             Bm            A
You make the knees of my bees weak 
D 
you are a spirit that knows of no limit 
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who knows of no ceiling, who balks at dead ends 
D 
you are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers 
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not seduced by illusion or fair weather friends 
D                 Bm        A
You make the knees of my bees weak 
D          Bm   A
Tremble and buckle 
D                     Bm       A
You make the knees of my bees weak
D 
you are a vision who lives by the signals  
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of stomach and intuition as your guide 
D 
you are sliver of god on a platter who  
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walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied 
D                Bm       A
You make the knees of my bees weak 
D     Bm    A
Tremble and buckle 
D          Bm         A
You make the knees of my bees weak