The BEEKEEPER
Lyrics

 

The Power of Orange Knickers

The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers
The power of orange knickers under my petty coat
The power of listening to what you don't want me to know

Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
Those girls that smile kindly then rip your life to pieces
Can somebody tell me now am I alone with this
This little pill in my hand and with this secret kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this

A matter of complication when you become a twist
For their latest drink as they're transitioning
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand that keeps the pain living
Can somebody tell me now a way out of this
That sacred pipe of red stone could blow me out of this kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this

The power of orange knickers under my petty coat
The power of listening to what you don't want me to know
Shame shame
Time to leave me now
Shame shame
You've had your fun
Shame shame for letting me think that I would be the one
Can somebody tell me now who is this terrorist
This little pill in my hand or this secret kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this
Kiss, kiss
Am I alone in this
Kiss, kiss