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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 |
|
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 |
|
My honeysuckle rose |
