Lirieke: 12 Rounds. 2 Miles.

My sweet honey bee, you are the one for me, no
No matter what your mother says
If I could be most anything, I'd be the one that makes you sing
With all your bloodstains on my bed

I want you to be
2 miles from the sun
With your bloody knees
2 miles from the sun

My sweet honey bee, lock you up with me
And I'll soothe the aching from your head
And when I'm, when I'm feeling down, I'll saw off both your hands
And lick the sweat off of your feet

I want you to be
2 miles from the sun
With your bloody knees
2 miles from the sun

I want you to feel
2 miles from the sun
Want you to be
2 miles I'll be your sun
I'll be your sun

I'll be your sun