Queen Bee
Rupert Holmes Lyrics

The black, black widow is sittin' in the middle of the web, It's the fly she seeks.
The widow is a predator and she's waiting for her prey

You may be her lover but you never will recover, 'cause she ain't had a bite for weeks.
She's starving and you're next on the menu. Being her lover won't save you

You think you're the same, 'cause you got the same name, But the widow has a mobile home.
Don't be fooled by similarity. Widow has a web home that she can take with her

Remember what I told you, she got eight arms to hold you, And she's never gonna let you roam
You are trapped and there is no escape, no hope of getting away

She'll tuck you into bed, truck on your head, Then she'll wrap you as a midnight snack.
She will kill you, wrap you up and eat you

So if you see a spider, don't you sidle up beside her Why'd you think the widow's wearin' black?
Don't be foolish around dangerous things, like spiders, and the widow being black is a warning

Queen bee, baby Pray that you may be left on your own, uh huh Nothin' she'll give you, gonna outlive you But the queen bee's never gonna be alone
Queen bees live alone and only mate when necessary. You won't survive if you mess with one, but she won't be alone either.

Long before Atlantis there has been a praying mantis And you know why he's on his knees He may have religion but he's just a sittin' pigeon If a woman even starts to tease.
Praying mantises may look pious, but they will still be rendered helpless by a teasing woman

He won't even quibble if she has a little nibble on his neck, What a way to go.
A sting or bite from the other gender can be deadly

And now you done and torn it! You been messin' with a hornet, she's a blue-blooded wasp, you know. And just as you do it, she'll inject you with a fluid That you ain't even got but none.
Messing with a dangerous woman will end badly. She’s not just any wasp, she's a noble wasp and the venom she injects is deadly

You're the meat on the plate, not even first rate, She's gonna feed you to her seventh son.
You are prey for her offspring, and you'll be consumed soon

So, in conclusion, it's an optical illusion, if you think that we're the weaker race. Men got the muscle, but the ladies got the hustle, and the truth is starin' in your face.
The notion that men are stronger than women is a mere illusion. Women have the real strength because of their cunning ways

The mother bear stalks, and the queen of the hawks, Is the one who brings home the bread. The lion that is regal, and the bold headed eagle, need a woman just to keep them fed.
The women are the providers in the animal kingdom too. The lion, bear or the eagles are nothing without the females of their species

But come the evenin', we're like Adam and his Eve, Inside the garden hear the serpents sound? It's so frustratin', when you're really into matin', and there ain't a lovin' man around.
Even when women are providers and have their ways, they still crave for men during nights, when alone.

Whoever wrote this story, throw out the glory Bring in the men (give me them and I'll swing) Write me a sequel, give me an equal And I'll give that man I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man I said I'm gonna give that lovin' man, I'm gonna give him that lovin' sting! Zap!
The author of the story glorified the power of women. Women need men for their pleasure, and if a loving man comes along, he will be stung with love.