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(Honeycomb) |
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(Honeycomb) |
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Well it's a darn good life |
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And it's kinda funny |
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How the Lord made the bee |
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And the bee made the honey |
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And the honeybee lookin' for a home |
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And they called it honeycomb |
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And they roamed the world and they gathered all |
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Of the honeycomb into one sweet ball |
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And the honeycomb from a million trips |
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Made my baby's lips |
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Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby |
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Well, Honeycomb, be my own |
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Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone |
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And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb |
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Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby |
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Well, Honeycomb, be my own |
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What a darn good life |
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When you got a wife like Honeycomb |
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(Honeycomb) |
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And the Lord said now that I made a bee |
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I'm gonna look all around for a green, green tree |
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And He made a little tree and I guess you heard |
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What then, well, he made a little bird |
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And they waited all around till the end of Spring |
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Gettin' every note that the birdie'd sing |
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And they put 'em all into one sweet tome |
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For my Honeycomb |
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Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby |
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Well, Honeycomb, be my own |
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Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone |
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And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb |
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Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby |
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Well, Honeycomb, be my own |
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What a darn good life |
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When you got a wife like Honeycomb |
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(Honeycomb) |
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And the Lord says now that I made a bird |
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I'm gonna look all round for a little ol' word |
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That sounds about sweet like "turtledove" |
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And I guess I'm gonna call it "love" |
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And He roamed the world lookin' everywhere |
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Gettin' love from here, love from there |
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And He put it all in a little ol' part |
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Of my baby's heart |
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Oh, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby |
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Well, Honeycomb, be my own |
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Got a hank o' hair and a piece o' bone |
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And made a walkin' talkin' Honeycomb |
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Well, Honeycomb, won't you be my baby |
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Well, Honeycomb, be my own |
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What a darn good life |
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When you got a wife like Honeycomb |
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(Honeycomb) |
