| Honey lovin you is the greatest thing
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| I get to be myself and I get to sing
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| I get to play at being irresponsible
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| I come home late at night and I love your soul
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| I never forget you in my prayers
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| I never have a bad thing to report
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| You’re my picture on the wall
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| You’re my vision in the hall
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| You’re the one I’m talking to When I get in from my work
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| You are my girl, and you don’t even know it I am livin out the life of a poet
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| I am the jester in the ancient court
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| You’re the funny little frog in my throat
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| My eye sight’s fading, my hearing’s dim
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| I can’t get insured for the state I’m in
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| I’m a danger to myself I’ve been starting fights
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| At the party at the club on a Saturday night
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| But I don’t get disapproving from my girl
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| She gets the all highlights wrapped in pearls.
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| You’re my picture on the wall
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| You’re my vision in the hall
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| You’re the one I’m talking to When I get in from my work
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| You are my girl, and you don’t even know it I am livin out the life of a poet
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| I am the jester in the ancient court
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| You’re the funny little frog in my throat
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| I had a conversation with you at night
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| It’s a little one sided but that’s allright
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| I tell you in the kitchen about my day
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| You sit on the bed in the dark changing places
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| With the ghost that was there before you came
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| You’ve come to save my life again
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| I don’t dare to touch your hand
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| I don’t dare to think of you
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| In a physical way
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| And I don’t know how you smell
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| You are the cover of my magazine
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| You’re my fashion tip, a living museum
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| I’d pay to visit you on rainy Sundays
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| I’ll maybe tell you all about it someday |