Dancing in the Temple (of the Mad Queen Bee)

Dancing in the temple of the mad queen bee Deep in the cinnamon forest She offers me crickets, she offers me tea In the court of her enchanted palace Asks me if I wanna stay Sing with the trolls and the fays Swim in her emerald lake I'M DANCING IN THE TEMPLE OF THE MAD QUEEN BEE The jesters are weeping, the Cyclops are gone She sits on a throne made of bees She's weaving at night, she's knits all day long Her children... made out of fleas And there, in a state of trance She sees me and gives me her hand I see the ogre polish the rainbow AS I'M DANCING IN THE TEMPLE OF THE MAD QUEEN BEE A sip from the well I am locked in a spell Trapped in a grim fairytale Endless the fun I wish I had a gun But I'm dancing forever... from room to room... We dance the fandango, we do menuet Waltz in her shadow palais Listen to the strings of a goblin quartet See the magic ballet Asks me if I wanna stay Sing with the trolls and the fays Swim in her emerald lake I'M DANCING IN THE TEMPLE OF THE MAD QUEEN BEE I'M DANCING IN THE TEMPLE... OF THE MAD QUEEN BEE