Honey Child

I’m gonna tell you all a story about my honey child,
She wasn’t raised right, yeah she grew in the wild, 
Brought up by wolves and orangoutangs,
So you can’t look away when she shakes her thang. 

She’s got curves like the devil,
She shakes me like the bass,
She wears a lot of leather,
Then covers it with lace,
And my momma’s never met her,
But she’s always at my place,
So that’s gotta tell you something. 

But you better stay away,
Cause better men than you have strayed,
Once their mouths got a taste,
Of the honey. 

Yeah she’ll get you high like mary jane,
Just one hit and you’ll never be the same. 
And she’ll get you buzzing like alcohol,
She’s got the looks and the loving, yeah she’s got it all. 

Cause she’s sweeter than sugar,
She’s wetter than rain,
She’s into pleasure,
While I’m into pain,
And when I turn it up,
She’s hitting the gain,
So that’s gotta tell you something. 

But you better stay away,
Cause better men than you have strayed,
Once their mouths got a taste,
Of the honey. 
Of the honey. 

She’s got me: boom ba ba do ba ba da da da da
Chicka ba ba boom ba ba da da da da
Boom ba ba do ba ba ha ha
Boom ba ba do ba ba honey
Boom ba ba do ba ba ba ba ba zipa di ba ba bow. 

She's got the aphro, aphrodisiac,
She's giving it to me, and I'm gonna give it back,
She's got the aphro, aphrodisiac,
She's giving it to me, and I'm gonna give it back.

I’m gonna tell you all a story about my honey child,
She wasn’t raised right she grew in the wild, 
Brought up by wolves and orangoutangs,
So you can’t look away when she shakes her thing. 

She’s got the honey, makes the money,
She’s got the honey, my honey child. 
She’s got the honey, makes the money,
Keeps me running, my honey child.


© Alex Krolikowski, 2016