SUNDAY

Honey honey honey. You're so sweet. You're so sweet.

Baby kissed my forehead. Walked away and begged to meet him in bed.

He made a cup of coffee. Said he'd rather be drinking me instead. He'd rather be drinking me instead.

My God, you are so beautiful. It's like you're drawn from dreams. Got a vivid imagination and you're in it it seems. 

My God, you are so beautiful. It's like you're drawn from dreams. Got a vivid imagination and you're in it it seems. 

Honey honey honey. You're so sweet. You're so sweet.

He's got the sweetness of a sundae. The cherry on top he never stops giving me. Every way, every day of the week. You get me so high make me sigh, 'Yes please.' I wanna fly with the bees on your knees.

Yes please, yes please. Honey. 

My God, you are so beautiful. It's like you're drawn from dreams. Got a vivid imagination and you're in it it seems. 

My God, you are so beautiful. It's like you're drawn from dreams. Got a vivid imagination and you're in it it seems. 

I am looking. I am lucky I am looking at you. 

Look at those hazel eyes open up like a surprise. I'd rather look up at you than watch the sunrise. 

Look at those hazel eyes open up like a surprise. I'd rather look up at you than watch the sunrise. 

My God, you are so beautiful. It's like you're drawn from dreams. Got a vivid imagination and you're in it it seems. 

My God, you are so beautiful. It's like you're drawn from dreams. Got a vivid imagination and you're in it it seems. 

Honey honey honey. You got the sweetness of a sundae. 

And you're in it it seems.