Previously on Ray Donovan...
Where the hell are you?
I'm in Boston.
You getting a divorce?
I don't know.
We're in with the Minassians up to our fucking necks.
Eh, we take 50.
50 percent of the business?
A partnership. Accept?
My brother's in prison.
He killed another inmate.
They're gonna kill him.
My name is Thomas Romero. I'm a servant of the Paraclete.
Stan told me you got a settlement.
You beat the church.
A priest messed around with me when I was a kid.
I ain't got no problem with it.
You're leaving?
I go where Pablo and them go.
They ain't just my job, they're my family.
Tell me what to do to keep you here.
There's nothing you can do.
I'm having a hard time and I'm sorry if it's
affecting my calculus.
My boyfriend was murdered.
I'm sorry.
His wife died last year.
She started getting these headaches.
Blood clot.
Ray, we have to make things right.
Go fuck yourself.
My daughter wants to tear it to the ground
and build a stadium there.
Is that what you need me for?
No the Governor's taking care of those details.
We need to take care of the Governor.
Nice to meet you.
Some guy's got a burner phone that belongs
to Governor Verona. We gotta get it.
Tom, it's Paige.
Everyone's gone home. I'm stretched out over my desk
waiting for you.
Does my father know you have it?
What'd you do to him?
The better question is what's he done to me?
I'll give you the phone for a piece of your NFL deal.
Okay.
Did you give my daughter that phone?
No.
Sync and corrections by explosiveskull www.addic7ed.com
[male reporter] Meg Townsend won't apologize
for her choice and that's shaking up the polls
in today's election.
Here's Governor Verona's reaction.
[female reporter] Governor Verona?
Governor Verona, sir? Any comment on the news
that the nanny did not have a green card until
after she worked for her.
I wouldn't let an illegal immigrant
raise my children.
My wife raised my children.
[male reporter] Ms. Townsend, would you care to comment?
I am not ashamed that, 15 years ago, I gave
an undocumented worker the job of taking care
of my daughter while I, another single mom,
went to the office.
11 million undocumented workers in this country are here
to do the work that no one else wants to do.
They love freedom and opportunity.
Let me say that in Spanish.
[speaking Spanish]
And that's why I want to reform immigration
the minute I get into office.
[tires squealing]
All right, you wanted me here, I'm here.
Little early for a lap dance, but, uh, what the fuck.
Grandma wants to introduce you to another one
of our business partners.
You guys own this?
[high-pitched mechanical whining]
Can I get anybody a drink?
Sure.
No.
This is business, not cocktail hour.
Mickey, I want you to meet good friend.
Old friend.
George Markoff.
George has been a bad boy.
I know I'm late, all right,
but we have a variable rate mortgage
and they jacked it up this month.
You know what it's like.
Not really.
He's three weeks late.
What do you do in Boston if somebody is late?
You work it out.
And what do you do when they pay the bank on time,
but not you?
Depends on the relationship.
This is a business relationship...
like I have with you, Mickey.
[grunting]
Aw, man, plea... oh, God!
[whimpers]
You be a good boy, Mickey.
[heavy breathing]
- Good morning. - Morning.
How's everything here?
You know, Southy's gotten gentrified.
I guess you can't stop progress.
Oh, and listen to this.
Lauren's not a little girl anymore.
Her boyfriend gave her the fucking clap.
[spits]
How much longer is this gonna last, Ray?
Why don't you say it?
[spits] Say what?
Say you're never gonna forgive me
and let me get on with my fucking life.
[sighs]
Do you want a divorce, Ray?
If you want a divorce, give me the house and the kids
and you take the apartment in Hollywood.
[sniffs]
We were very close, Teresa and me.
She saw things in me...
I didn't even know were there.
God, I wanted her to stay.
But I couldn't keep her.
And then her brother takes them all to Bakersfield
and she goes with him.
Well, it's for the best, Bunchy.
She knew you weren't ready.
Let's put 'em away, huh?
[indistinct chatter]
You love her, right?
Yeah.
Then you have to tell her.
She's not gonna come back from Bakersfield.
Well, then you go there.
Come on, I'll drive you. I'm free today.
I don't even know if she really has feelings for me.
Well, there's only one way to find out, right?
Let's do it. Come on.
[Audrey] No, I don't wanna!
[Ginger] We can't stay here anymore.
We have to go.
[Audrey] I want to stay here
and be a movie star.
Well, we can't.
What's this?
Where you going?
Mrs. Rosenblatt is threatening me
with Child Protective Services if I don't move out right away.
So I'm taking Audrey to Las Vegas,
'cause I know that there's work for me there.
What? No, no.
Let me talk to her.
Mick, she knows that I sell drugs to men
that I fuck for money.
If CPS comes around, I gotta... I gotta have a real job,
I gotta have Audrey in school.
You know, you're under a lot of stress.
You don't want to make a rash decision.
Give it a day or two.
You see, you have business and you go where you
didn't expect. Lena's back with you?
Yeah.
You know I offered her a better deal here.
Everything she wanted, but obviously,
she likes to work with you better.
I think it's good to work with people that you know.
When you have a past, a history.
We had that, Ray.
A lot more good than bad.
What the fuck are you doing in the hallway?
Avi, you are looking at a man on the way up.
Say what it should say?
Yep, she didn't screw around with you.
This is a sound contract.
You got 3% of the deal.
Paige Finney.
How the fuck did you swing that?
Ezra would have loved this.
Whatever was between you at the end,
he knew you could go wherever you wanted
and here you are, Mr. Football.
Hut-hut, hike!
Sign here, here, and here.
[clears throat]
And, uh, Ray...
If the Finneys are unhappy with their counsel...
[cell phone rings]
Yeah.
- We gotta go to San Diego. - Okay.
Now.
That rival bid's coming in today.
Henry Sylvester,
fracking king from North Dakota.
And you want me to stop him.
Paige has put a noon deadline on the deal.
So we're hoping Mr. Sylvester does not make it.
All right.
[cell phone rings]
Yeah.
Guy named Henry Sylvester is flying into San Diego.
We need to get him when he lands.
All right, I'm on it.
New member's first month's free, $49.95 after that.
Ah, that's too much.
Well, we got a 90 day special.
120, towels and lockers are extra.
Let me think about it.
[phone ringing]
Yeah, it's me.
Yeah, I'm leaving right now.
Motherfucker.
Did you see that guy come into my office?
Nah, I ain't seen nobody in there.
But I didn't see him come in either.
He came into my fucking office.
There's no problem.
Just tell me what to do. I'll take care of it.
Yeah, yeah, I gotta go.
Fuck.
So I just give this to my Bio teacher
and I get out early?
Yeah, and I'll see you in the gym seventh period.
Hey, what's that?
The school gym is being used as a polling station
for the election today.
I'm volunteering to be a good citizen.
- Mm. - Important work,
handing out stickers
and putting away tables when the polls close.
Democracy in action.
Can I do it too?
I'll sign the form.
[jet engine]
You ever been a pallbearer at a funeral?
A couple.
Me too.
But nobody ever asked me to be a best man at his wedding.
You? Hmm.
[chuckles]
Wonder what else we got in common?
Maybe it's a good thing you did destroy that phone, Ray.
Why's that?
Well, movies are a game, football's a game.
I mean, I may not like football, but I got a feeling
this deal could turn a few hundred million
into a few billion.
[cell phone beeps]
Mr. Finney, we'll be landing
at Mission Bay Field in ten minutes.
[knock at door]
Yo, Ter, what's up?
It's a busy day.
I need some fucking help out here.
Shut the door.
What you doing?
I need a gun.
Why?
You see that?
That guy you were talking to this morning is an Aryan.
And you know what happened in prison?
I killed one of theirs with a weight plate
just like that.
Holy shit, Terrence. This ain't good.
They're coming for me.
It's a threat.
You call Ray?
I need a gun, Pie, you understand?
Yeah.
[door shutting]
[sighs] Oh, good boy.
Sit.
Yes, I know.
I know. He's a good dog.
There.
[sighs and sniffs]
[exhales]
[cell phone rings]
I don't want a divorce.
You don't?
Look, Abs, uh...
I been trying to make some changes.
Make a better life for us.
What do you mean?
I sold my business.
What?
Why?
Who did you sell it to?
I'll tell you about it later.
Listen, I want you to go to Barney's today
and I want you to buy the best dress you can find.
You're gonna meet the Governor tonight.
How do you know the fucking Governor?
Don't worry about it.
Told you, I'm making some changes.
I'll call you later.
All right.
Mr. Sylvester, I'm Debbie Harry.
Welcome to Mission Bay Field.
As a courtesy to Zack Davis, we've arranged a town car
to take you to meet him.
You know, there's a singer named Debbie Harry.
I was named after her.
Anybody ever call you Blondie?
No.
[sighs]
- Well, hello. - Well, hello back.
[yelps]
[groans]
[exhales]
[Ray] Welcome to San Diego, sir.
I was back in Phoenix for my mom's 80th.
I made up with her.
Good.
I was at a stop and shop.
And I spotted him.
Who?
My abuser.
No collar anymore.
And he was bearded,
but I-I-I knew it was him.
Followed him home in my car.
Pulled into his driveway.
I blocked him in.
He looked at me and he asked,
"Can I help you?"
I said, "You don't recognize me, do you?"
He said, "No."
So I grabbed him from behind.
I pulled out my knife and I stabbed him in each eye.
I blinded him.
[tense music]
♪
That's between you and me only.
Zack. It's time to sign.
You again.
Well, that's just lovely.
Last time I saw this guy is with you
and a quarterback got his arm broken.
[Paige] You're stalling.
Henry Sylvester is obviously not serious.
The commissioner has approved the deal.
I have the support of all the key owners.
I had lunch with Robert Craft last Wednesday.
It would take Sylvester, who has yet to be vetted,
ten months to get to where I am right now.
I can wait.
I can't.
Time's up.
Sign or don't sign.
I've had enough of San Diego.
Okay, fine, you wanna close today?
No, not today. Now.
Right now.
It's not a goddamn coincidence Sylvester isn't here.
You want to close now, I'm putting a break fee on the deal.
The purchase falls through for any reason,
I keep 10% of the sale price.
Call it an unrefundable deposit.
I don't think so.
Zack, our side of the table needs to talk.
Room's yours.
Paige, I've done everything you ask,
but here I draw the line.
If I want to gamble, I'll buy a casino.
Break fees happen all the time.
Too many intangibles.
Verona's a lock.
How long till Sylvester gets here?
Couple hours.
So what if Sylvester shows up
and the price of the team bounces up another 200 million?
On the table now is the deal we need to make.
It's the last thing I'll ever ask you for.
My word.
These witnesses.
Make the deal.
What's wrong with you?
Fucking Mrs. Rosenblatt.
[chuckles] I thought you all was cool?
She threatened to call Child Protective Services
and now Ginger is taking Audrey to Las Vegas.
Ginger goes, we lose all the girls.
We lose the girls,
and Mrs. Minassian's little grandchildren
are gonna break our fucking hands.
Shit.
[mumbling quietly]
What?
What is it?
Pop, what are you doing?
I'm gonna torch your fucking car.
[sighs] Jesus.
Pop, you're not gonna be torching anyone's car
- around here. - Oh, I'm not?
No, you're not. Put this down.
All right, you said we gotta help Ginger,
so what do we got to do?
Audrey needs school. She needs to register.
Ginger needs to cover for a real job.
How about that?
All right, so put her on the books at the Fite Club.
[stutters]
Yeah.
Yeah, put her on the books at the Fite Club.
That's real executive thinking, son.
That's impressive.
Pop, include me in the problems, and I'll include you
in the solutions, all right?
You smarty pants.
[giggles]
[laughs]
Done.
Congratulations, you wanted a football team.
You scared away the competition.
You bought it.
[chuckles]
Ray, you're smiling.
I'm happy.
Must be contagious.
Why do I get the feeling I'll be flying home alone?
Don't forget to vote.
[engine sputtering and whining]
[Spanish pop music playing]
♪
[indistinct chatter]
[grunting]
[Teresa speaking Spanish]
[yelps]
[both grunting]
No, no, no, no!
[grunts]
[laughs]
What the fuck are you doing here?
I was in the neighborhood.
What are you, some kind of goddamn stalker?
I want to take care of you.
Do I look like I need taking care of?
No.
But I got a job. I got enough money.
Come back with me to L.A.
I told you, I go where my people go.
Maybe I'm your people.
I'm not quitting my job for someone I've known a week.
What the fuck are you doing?
I love you, Teresa.
Will you marry me?
Are you fucking serious?
We understand each other.
You know that.
[sighs]
Look at you.
Sweet, fucked up.
Get the fuck up.
You fucking asshole,
you shouldn't have fucking done this.
I had to.
When you left,
it tore me apart.
I don't want to go back there without you.
Bakersfield?
That's not where you belong.
You belong in L.A.
With me.
Get the fuck out of here.
I'm gonna wait for you
at the Denny's down the street.
I'll be there when you change your mind.
[indistinct chatter]
"Money is a kind of poetry."
You know the poet Wallace Stevens?
Missed that one.
He was two things,
Vice President of the Hartford Insurance Company
and one of the 20th century's best poets.
That's my favorite line of his.
"Money is a kind of poetry."
It doesn't rhyme.
You coming to the Century Plaza tonight?
Bringing your lovely wife?
Yeah.
I can't wait to meet the woman behind the man.
You have somewhere you need to be?
Yeah.
You're gonna be late.
[indistinct chatter]
You got it?
Yeah, yeah.
What do I owe you?
Figure that out later.
Only got 9 bullets.
You make do with what you got.
We gotta lock the club down.
Clear it out.
What?
Clear it. You too.
That don't make no sense, Terry.
Do it.
All right.
All right, listen up. Club's closed.
Good night, everybody. Club's closed, let's go!
Grab your stuff. Time to go home.
[mild chatter]
Thanks for voting.
Democracy salutes you, sir.
Don't forget your cookie.
You have a non-partisan choice
of oatmeal raisin and chocolate chip.
Oatmeal raisin. Excellent choice.
[sighs]
What are you doing here?
I came to pick you up. The office told me
you were here.
This is an extracurricular activity.
It's not over till the polls close.
I haven't talked to you and you were so upset
when you called.
Mom, I just... I had a freakout.
Everything's fine.
I shouldn't have left you.
You had to go.
It was the right thing to do.
Your father asked me out tonight.
Good.
To meet the Governor.
No way! Go!
I wanted to be home tonight to talk to you.
Wake me up when you get home. I want to hear about the party.
Go.
Love you.
[sniffs]
Oh, my God, you're stoned.
Want some? I've got Green Crack.
Not that I'm trying to propose anything,
but it is so good for sex.
[giggles]
Let's go.
We're supposed to be good citizens.
You can be stoned and a good citizen.
Look at Seth Rogen.
[both giggling]
Hey, Mr. D, I've got cramps and Bridget has to come with me.
I need moral support.
It's a break, not a vacation.
We just bought a fucking football team, Ray.
How does it feel?
Too soon to tell.
Oh, come on, enjoy yourself.
So many people have tried to do this.
Ovitz, Spanos, Kroenke.
We beat them all.
The envelope you gave your father at the studio.
What was in it?
A love letter.
From who to who?
[sighs] From my father to my husband.
Your husband?
It was a break-up letter.
Varick never threw it away.
Your father and your husband?
That was the deal, the letter for the team.
That can't be easy.
That's my life.
My wife is back.
I shouldn't have told her about the abuse.
No, it's good.
Starts your relationship out in honesty.
I'm never gonna have that.
Love of a good woman.
If I can...
believe me, anyone can.
[scoffs]
My abuser destroyed me.
He ruined my life.
I ruined his life.
I'm going to hell.
Am I in hell?
No.
You're one of the good guys.
I shot him.
[whispering] Shot who?
My abuser.
You killed him?
Partly.
What?
He abused my brother Ray, too.
Ray was there.
I shot him in the stomach and Ray shot him in the head.
And I don't regret it for a fucking second.
Not anymore.
[sighs]
Thank you for telling me that.
[engine turning over]
[breathing shakily]
[muffled shouting outside]
So what's the deal again with this party tonight, Ray?
Governor, your new boss...
What's going on with you?
I met Bridget at school the other day.
You know, helping her with that college stuff?
I don't know.
It's like we don't know each other anymore, you know?
Are you kidding me? She fucking loves you.
I've been wiping blood off the floor
for too fucking long.
Tired of fixing things for people who don't deserve it.
[breathes deeply]
It's gotta change.
Is that why you sold your business?
Yeah.
Look, Abs...
I'm working on getting a piece of an NFL team.
Small, but real.
Wow.
Couple of loose ends, but if I pull this off,
could change everything.
Holy shit.
[laughs]
Means a lot to me you're coming tonight.
Of course.
[coughs]
Oh, yeah.
[giggles]
So...
Do you even care who wins?
Fuck no. I just signed up
because I wanted to get out of class early.
And you?
- Community service. - Uh-huh.
For real, I mean, it looks really good
on your college application.
Three hours pushing cookies in a high school gym
gets you into Stanford?
I'm glad to know that's why you're here.
Otherwise...
What?
You like him.
Who?
Don't who me. Donellen.
You're hot for him.
And you're stoned.
I am stoned and you want to fuck Donellen.
I mean, it's a girls school.
If they want to keep us from boys,
they shouldn't send us boys as teachers.
The police ever talk to you?
No.
No eye-witness, so to speak.
[chuckles]
What about you?
Nah. Me neither.
You're here.
I got a few conditions.
Okay.
You don't lie to me.
You don't cheat on me.
You don't hit me.
Never.
I'm not running away with any gabacho named Bunchy.
That's a puppy's name.
Your name is Brendan.
Okay, Brendan?
Brendan.
Sure.
And I'm not running to the fucking wedding chapel with you.
That's a longer discussion.
Okay. That's fair.
[sighs and clears throat]
[elevator bell rings]
Something happened in Boston.
What?
What's going on with my family.
Or not going on.
I was wondering if maybe, I don't know,
we could buy the bar from them?
I don't see why not. Help 'em out.
Really?
I'll talk to Harriet about it.
[elevator bell rings]
[indistinct chatter]
Excuse me.
Well, Ray, how's your brother doing?
Better, thank you, sir.
This is Abby, my wife.
Abby, this is Governor Verona.
Tom to my friends.
Pleasure.
Are you going to introduce me, Governor?
Have you met Andrew Finney?
Not yet.
You must be Abby.
Abby Donovan, yes.
The Beast brings his Beauty.
[chuckles]
Can we get you anything else?
No, I'm good, thanks.
Casey, come over here. I want you to meet someone.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
You as well.
Abby Donovan, my son, Casey Finney.
Oh, my God, I saw you on the news.
Your husband saved my life.
He...
He didn't tell me.
Well, he doesn't say much.
No.
He's been that way since I met him.
- Mm-hmm. - I'm gonna get a drink.
- Excuse me. - Mm.
So...
Are you really a billionaire?
Yep.
As of tonight, hmm?
[laughter]
Scotch, please.
Hey.
It's been my wife's dream to buy an NFL team for a long time.
She seems to think it would have happened without you.
She says the same thing about you.
I just hope Verona's ridiculous comment this morning
about the Latinos doesn't fuck things up.
Mrs. Donovan, Paige Finney.
- Excuse me. - So nice to finally meet you.
How was Boston?
Wet and cold?
Paige and I work together.
Then she should call me Abby.
Boston was great.
- Pit stop at the bar? - Absolutely.
How you doing, Casey?
Yeah, good.
Should tune the violins, Ray. The ship is going down.
What's that supposed to mean?
[indistinct whispers]
Hi, I'm Helen Miller, Fish & Game.
Nice to meet you.
Nice to meet you, Helen Miller.
So that's Helen.
Who's she?
She is gonna fix the bird situation
at the field.
What's she get?
Well, she gets promoted to the head
of the State Environmental Protection Agency
and in two years, she gets a job
at the Finney Organization.
[cell phone rings]
You can answer that.
Yeah.
[Terry] They found me, Ray.
Terry, say that again. I couldn't hear you.
The Aryans.
They followed me.
The ones on the inside got friends on the outside.
They sent someone.
Maybe someone else, I'm not sure.
I'll be right over.
You be careful when you get here.
[phone beeps]
[clears throat]
- Terry needs me. - What happened?
I don't know. I'm gonna find out.
You all right staying here?
Don't worry about me at all. I'm having a great fucking time.
Thanks.
Evening, Mr. Donovan.
How'd you get into math?
Excuse me?
How'd you get into math?
For the elegance of it.
Ask a question in English, answer it in numbers.
Wow, I never thought about it that way.
Take calculus.
There's speed and then there's acceleration,
which is the speed of speed,
and you can measure it.
That's really cool. [laughs]
Are you all right?
Excuse me.
[indistinct chatter]
- Excuse me. - It's okay, I'm almost done.
You forgot your zip.
Oh, would you?
[zipper pulling]
I met your husband.
I forget his name.
Varick.
You guys have kids?
Mm-mm.
You're lucky.
Ray's devoted to you.
Terry?
You see 'em, Ray?
See who?
You look in the shadows?
Nobody here, Terry.
It's the Aryans, Ray.
I don't see anybody, Ter.
- Get down! - [gunshots]
[Ray] Jesus! Fuck are you doing?
Hey!
That you, Ray?
It's all right, it's all right.
What's going on?
[Ray] Look at me.
It's just Mick.
It's all right. Come on up.
Terry. Look at me.
[Mick] Terry, it's me, Terry.
It's all right.
It's just Mick.
Come on.
Give me the gun.
Give me the gun, Ter.
[gun clicks]
You all right?
I don't know. I don't know.
It's just the Parkinson's, Terry.
Doctor said this could happen.
[Mick] The fuck's going on?
He thought you were someone else.
Who the fuck did you think I was?
He's all right now, Mick.
I told you, you should have left me in prison.
What are you talking about?
You almost did for free what I paid Sully
all that money for.
Yeah, would've made RayRay real happy if you hit the target.
It's too bad I got the shakes.
[laughter]
You pricks. [giggles]
[phone beeping]
Who you calling?
I left Abs at a party.
I'm telling her to take a taxi. I'm staying with you.
No, you're not.
Mama always said
you leave the party with the girl you brung.
Terry's right. Go. Go be with your wife.
I'll... I'll stay with Terry tonight.
You sure?
Mick will stay with me.
All right, I'll come back and see you in the morning.
Hey.
Now what are you really doing here?
Look, I need a favor.
I need you to hire a friend of mine.
I'll pay the salary. I just need her on the books.
Turn it up.
We're calling Riverside County for Meg Townsend.
No Republican has won California
- without winning Riverside... - Shit.
And so we are now projecting that Meg Townsend will be
the first female Governor of California.
Let's go live to Townsend's campaign headquarters
in San Francisco
for her reaction to this historic win.
3%, huh, Paige?
I knew you were up to something.
Where's Ray?
Where's your husband?
He left.
Would you call him and tell him I want him back here
right now, please?
[male reporter speaking indistinctly]
[cell phone rings]
Yeah?
Ray, where are you?
Five minutes.
Finney's fucking pissed at you.
Fucking Governor lost.
[sighs] I'm on my way.
[somber music]
♪
[knocking at door] Bridget?
Yeah?
You all right?
Townsend won.
I'm coming in. Are you decent?
Yes.
Stoned, huh?
No.
I've been there, too,
if last Saturday counts.
What are you looking at?
Um, this is Marvin.
He was my boyfriend.
[sighs]
Looks like a nice kid.
Yeah.
Here.
[exhales]
Sarah.
No Governor, no stadium, no stadium, no football.
Where the hell were you?
I had something.
Ain't that the fucking truth.
You did have something. You know what you got now?
You got nothing.
You got fucking nothing.
Well, to be more precise, you got 3% of fucking nothing,
which is still fucking nothing!
I'm so disappointed in you, Ray.
I mean, you didn't think I'd find out?
You really didn't, did you?
[chuckles]
I wonder what you gave her for that 3%, huh, Ray?
Hmm? You're not gonna tell me, are you?
No.
Maybe Paige will tell me. Paige!
Hey, what did he give you for that 3%,
or better still, what did you give him
on top of that 3%?
Same thing you gave the Governor?
I gave her Verona's phone.
Of course you fucking did.
She got what she wanted
and you got 3% of fucking nothing!
Good night, Ray.
[male reporter] ...now coming into the room,
surrounded by his family and staff.
[audience cheering on TV]
Governor Verona has taken the podium.
[Verona] Thank you.
I have had the privilege of serving the greatest people
in the greatest state in the greatest country
- in the world. - [cheers and applause]
Uh, I'll just tidy this up.
You coming?
Yeah.
[Teresa] Brendan!
[Bunchy] I'm coming.
[blues rock music]
♪
What are you doing with those people, Ray?
♪ I took my time and saved my dough ♪
♪ For your lovin' ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ I dress up fine in fancy clothes ♪
♪ For your lovin' ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ Gotta move in, move in closer to you ♪
♪ For your loving ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ Ain't nothing in the world that I wouldn't do ♪
♪ For your loving ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ And as I walk right up into your eyeline ♪
♪ Baby, baby, you're so fine ♪
♪ Won't you sting me like a bee ♪
♪ You're sweeter than honey but you sting like a bee ♪
♪ You sting me, baby ♪
♪ When it's a burning flame, then it's a crying shame ♪
♪ It's a... Zzzz-zzzz ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ Got a moon like a river and you walk like a sun ♪
♪ Pretty baby ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ But your eyes won't see if your mind done gone ♪
♪ Pretty baby ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ And I feel so helpless, what's the cure ♪
♪ Pretty baby ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ Reality spins as you cross the wall ♪
♪ Pretty baby ♪
♪ Sting like a bee ♪
♪ And I keep coming back for you time after time ♪
♪ But baby, baby, you're so fine ♪
♪ Don't you sting me like a bee ♪
♪ You're sweeter than honey, but you sting like a bee ♪
♪ You sting me, baby ♪
♪ When you're bad and sweet, you knock me off my feet ♪
♪ And it's a... ♪
Zzzz-zzzz.
♪