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Honey, honey, |
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Oh, honey, listen to my plea |
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Every honeybee |
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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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Oh, honey! suckle rose! |
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When you're passin' by, |
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Flowers droop and sigh |
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And I know the reason why, |
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You're my sweety, goodness knows, |
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Oh, honey! suckle 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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I don't need sugar, |
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It's sweet enough when you stir it up! |
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When I'm taking sips |
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From your dainty lips, |
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Seems the honey fairly drips, |
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You're confection, goodness knows, |
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Oh, honey! suckle rose. |
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Every honeybee |
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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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Oh, honey! suckle rose! |
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When you're passin' by, |
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Flowers droop and sigh, |
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And I know the reason why, |
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You're my sweety, goodness knows, |
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Oh, honey! suckle 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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I don't need sugar, |
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It's sweet, stir it up! |
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When I'm taking sips |
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From your dainty lips, |
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Seems the honey fairly drips, |
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You're confection, goodness knows, |
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Oh, honey! suckle rose. |