Knees Of My Bees Lyrics - So Called Chaos - Alanis Morissette

We share a culture same vernacular 

Love of physical humor and time spent alone 

You with your penchant for spontaneous events 

For sticky and raspy, unearthed and then gone 

You are a gift promised sent with a wink 

With tendencies for conversations that raise bars 

You are a sage who is fueled by compassion 

Comes to nooks and crannies, is bound for all stars 

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle 

You make the knees of my bees weak 

You are a spirit that knows of no limit 

That knows of no ceiling who baulks at dead-ends 

You are a wordsmith who cares for his brothers 

Not seduced by illusions of fair-weather friends 

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle 

You make the knees of my bees weak 

You are a vision who lives by the signals of 

Stomach and intuition as your guide 

You are a sliver of god on a platter 

Who walks what he talks and who cops when he's lied 

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle 

You make the knees of my bees weak 

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle 

You make the knees of my bees weak 

You make the knees of my bees weak, tremble and buckle 

You make the knees of my bees weak