| What have I got that the others ain’t
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| That always seems to please
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| T’ain’t my perfume, nor my fancy paint
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| But when I charm the men all swarm
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| Just like they was bees
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| There’s honey in the honeycomb
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| There’s sugar in the cane
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| There’s oysters in a real oyster stew
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| And bubbles in sweet Champagne
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| There’s jelly in the jellyroll
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| And sap in every tree
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| There’s honey in the honeycomb
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| And, Honey, there’s love in me
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| There’s honey in the honeycomb
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| There’s nectar in the peach
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| There’s candy in a coconut shell
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| And mussels on every beach
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| There’s money in the savings bank
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| And I personally guarantee
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| If there’s honey in the honeycomb
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| Then, Baby, there’s love in me |