Every honeybee fills with jealousy
when they see ya with me.
I don't blame them, goodness knows.
My honeysuckle rose.
Flowers droop inside when you're passing by.
And I know the reason why.
You're much sweeter, goodness knows.
You're my honeysuckle rose.
I don't buy sugar.
You just have to touch my cup.
You're my sugar.
It's so sweet when you stir it up.
On the avenue, people look at you.
And I know just why they do.
You're much sweeter, goodness knows.
You're my honeysuckle rose.
I don't buy sugar.
You just have to touch my cup.
You're much sweeter, goodness knows.
You're my honeysuckle rose.
You're
much sweeter, goodness knows.
You're my honeysuckle rose.
You're much sweeter, goodness knows.
My
honeysuckle rose.