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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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Goodness knows |
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You're my honeysuckle rose |
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When you're passin' by flowers droop and sigh, |
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And I know the reason why. |
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Goodness knows |
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You're my honeysuckle rose |
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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 sweeter when you stir it up. |
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When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips |
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Seems the honey fairly drips. |
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Goodness knows |
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You're my honeysuckle rose |
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Goodness knows |
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You're my honeysuckle rose |
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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 sweeter when you stir it up. |
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When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips |
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Seems the honey fairly drips. |
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Goodness knows |
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You're my honeysuckle rose |
