Beekeeper

When the beekeeper shut the door
Gulliver's Land leaflets slipped onto the floor
Hadn't you yet discovered that in the inside jacket pocket
Kept a couple of grand
They were light notes I guess
But still it's a couple of grand
He never conformed
To the pressures you put onto him
He made that quietly clear
When he took up beekeeping
Beekeeping
Like heavy thick curtain, wet from the rain
Werе your clever remarks, that nеarly got in the way

Oh, one streak of light, misses touched your breast
And left
And left
And left
And left
And left
Oh, one streak of light, misses touched your breast
And left
And left
And left
And left
And left
And left
And left
One streak of light, misses stroked your breast
And left
And left
And left
It left
It left
Left
Left