[Performed by Barbra Streisand]
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Will you welcome please: The Oreo's
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The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web,
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It's the fly she seeks.
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You may be her lover but you never will recover,
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'cause she ain't had a bite for weeks.
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You think you're the same, 'cause you got the same name,
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But the widow has a mobile home.
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Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you,
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And she's never gonna let you roam
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She'll tuck you into bed, truck on your head,
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Then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack.
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So if you see a spider, don't you sidle up beside her
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Why'd you think the widow's wearin' black?
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Queen bee, baby
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Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh
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Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you
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But the queen bee's never gonna be alone
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Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis
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And you know why he's on his knees
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He may have religion but he's just a sittin' pigeon
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If a woman even starts to tease.
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He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck,
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What a way to go.
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And now you done and torn it!
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You been messin' with a hornet, she's a blue-blooded wasp, you know.
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And just as you do it, she'll inject you with a fluid
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That you ain't even got but none.
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You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate,
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She's gonna feed you to her seventh son.
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Just like the Queen bee, baby
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Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh
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Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you
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But the queen bee's never gonna be alone.
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So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion, if you think that we're the
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weaker race.
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Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, and the truth is starin'
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in your face.
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The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks,
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Is the one who brings home the bread.
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The lion that is regal, and the bold headed eagle,
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need a woman just to keep them fed.
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But come the evenin', we're like Adam and his Eve,
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Inside the garden hear the serpents sound?
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It's so frustratin', when you're really into matin',
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and there ain't a lovin' man around.
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Whoever wrote this story, throw out the glory
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Bring in the men (give me them and I'll swing)
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Write me a sequel, give me an equal
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And I'll give that man
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I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man
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I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man,
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I'm gonna give him that lovin' sting! Zap!
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Queen Bee
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| Barbra Streisand |
