You can call me “hon ey” if you want be cause I’m the one you want.

Mm.

When an y one called me “sweet heart,” it was pas sive ag gres sive at the bar, and the bitch was tell ing me to back off, ’cause her man had looked at me wrong.

If an y one called me “hon ey,” it was stand ing in the bath room, white teeth.

They were say ing that skirt don’t fit me, and I cried the whole way home.

But you

touch my face,

re de fine all of those blues

when you say,

“Hon ey.” Sum mer time spritz, pink skies.

You can call me “hon ey” if you want be cause I’m the one you want.

Win ter green kiss, all mine.

You give it dif f’rent mean ing ’cause you mean it when you Hon ey, I’m home.

We can play house.

We can bed down, pick me up.

Who’s the bad dest in the land?

What’s the plan?

What’s the plan?

You could be my for ev er night stand, hon ey.

When blues

when you say...

You can call me “hon ey” if you want be cause I’m the one you want.

I’m the one you want.

You give it dif f’rent mean ing ’cause you mean it when you Sweet ie, it’s yours, kick ing in doors.

Take it to the floor, give me more.

Buy the paint in the col or of your eyes, of your eyes, and graf fi ti my whole damn life, hon ey.

When an y one called me late night, he was screw ing a round with my mind, ask ing, “What are you wear ing?” Too high to re mem ber in the morn ing.

And when an y one called me “love ly,” they were find ing ways not to praise me.

But you say it like you’re in awe of me, and you stay un til the morn ing.

Hon ey.

When an y one called me “sweet heart,” it was pas sive ag gres sive at the bar, and the bitch was tell ing me to back off, ’cause her man had looked at me wrong.

If an y one called me “hon ey,” it was stand ing in the bath room, white teeth.

They were say ing that skirt don’t fit me, and I cried the whole way home.

But you can call me “hon ey” if you want.