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I find her in a college classroom,
looking the part -
a stack of books and horn-rimmed glasses,
wrapped up in a scarf.
It's winter winter but everything is getting warmer.
I gotta think of like a hundred sweet things to do for her.
It starts with, Maybe
on
Friday
we
could
go
to
the
museum?
So we end up at a Queen Street jazz bar
with water and chips,
and move it back to honey's apartment
for some guitar and a kiss. The voices say,
Hey
man,
hey
man,
you
don't even know who you've
got
with...
I'll take my chances it's The Right Honorable Queen of Hotness. Yeah.
I fell hard, then I started sinking.
Oh, she's every thought I'm thinking.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
She's all I need to make it through forever. Writes me letters and she wears pink sweaters and she said her eyes were on me from the first time that I met her.
I fell hard, then I started sinking.
Oh, she's every thought I'm thinking.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
I need my baby so much.
My sweetheart, hey, she always looks good.