| Every honey bee fills with jealousy
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| When they see you out with me
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| I don’t blame them, goodness knows
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| My honeysuckle rose
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| Flowers droop and sigh when you’re passing by
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| And I know the reason why
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| You’re much sweeter, goodness knows
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| You’re my honeysuckle rose
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| I don’t buy sugar
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| You just have to touch my cup
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| You’re my sugar
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| It’s so sweet when you stir it up
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| On the avenue, people look at you
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| And I know just why they do
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| You’re much sweeter, goodness knows
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| You’re my honeysuckle rose
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| Every honey bee fills with jealousy
|
| When they see you out with me
|
| You’re much sweeter, goodness knows
|
| You’re my honeysuckle rose
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| Oh, flowers droop and sigh when you’re passing by
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| And I know the reason why
|
| You’re much sweeter, goodness knows
|
| You’re my honeysuckle rose
|
| And I don’t buy sugar
|
| You just have to touch my cup
|
| You’re my sugar
|
| It’s so sweet when you stir it up
|
| On the avenue, people look at you
|
| And I know just why they do
|
| You’re much sweeter, goodness knows
|
| You’re my honeysuckle rose
|
| You’re much sweeter, goodness knows
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| My honeysuckle rose |