Knees of my bees

D
We share a culture, same vernacular
D                           
Love of physical humor and time 
Bm          A
spent alone
D
You with your penchant for 
spontaneous advents
D                        Bm      
for sticky unrests be unearthed 
         A
and then gone
D
You are a gift renaissance with a 
wink
D                            Bm  
with tendencies for conversations
             A
 that raise bars
D
You are a sage who is fueled by 
compassion
D                               
comes to nooks and crannies as 
Bm            A
balm for all scars
       D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
Tremble and buckle
D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
you are a spirit that knows of no 
limit
D                              Bm
who knows of no ceiling, who 
           A
balks at dead ends
D
you are a wordsmith who cares for 
his brothers
D                           
not seduced by illusion or fair 
Bm            A
weather friends
       D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
Tremble and buckle
D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
you are a vision who lives by the 
signals
D                    Bm       
of stomach and intuition as your 
     A
guide
D
you are sliver of god on a platter 
who
D                            Bm  
walks what he talks and who cops 
           A
when he's lied
       D
You make the knees of my bees weak
D
Tremble and buckle
D
You make the knees of my bees weak