The strong bee by the pear tree

The tree oh the sweet pear tree, one of the fewest places that I can be me, my grandmother says I will soon find love, yet it still hasn't happened, if cupid did exist please shoot me with an arrow, its hard to find a man to love, every time I pass by a man he seems to be aroused by what he sees, since my dreams are dead I am finally a woman, For the bee will no longer let the bird get in so easy, he shall have to prove his way the to become my honeybee, oh the tree the sweet sweet pear tree, one of the fewest places I can be me