Well, it’s not what you think, but it is that thought which brought you into this web full of bees. Found you in the glue and began their stinging. Who could’ve guessed you’d be out on a stretcher after your home stretch? All pocked and bruised, and they still you here at least ‘til the fit’s through. They trust you just to your own feet and keep you here for a whole week, ‘cause you’re acting strap-down crazy. They keep you here for a whole week. The state house is a trafficked spot you kick your dirty feet upon. Then that web with all those bees got your poor legs sticky. Oh, what a bad scene. Who could’ve guessed you’d be down for a spell, blood out on a new bed? Figured you’d know I would put the kid in me and wouldn’t let him go. Trust me just to my own feet and keep me up for a whole week. Baby I feel so crazy. You keep me up for a whole week. Straps down and belt off, please take the ties up. They trust you just to your own feet and keep you there for a whole week. If I don’t think that you’re crazy, do I not think?