Oh, Honeybee
I met this fine lady
on Saturday night
Hot Mocha all over
satin dress was skin tight
Her musical nuance
playin six and eight-time
She says Loves ain't a sin
Honey and it's not a crime
Didn't have to think
we went for a ride
Yeah, call it a spin
We grooved all night
She gave me a kiss
as I gaze in her eyes
She says Love's not a sin
Honey, call me sometime
So, I pick up the phone
She says won't you please
Then I had to roll
run over and see
In one sprig of clover
The lady kissed me
Hot Mocha all over
Oh, Honeybee.
Her kiss is elixir
runs all over me
Deep in loves cup
such passionate mead
One lucky sprig of clover
Oh, Honeybee.
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