Honeysuckle

And everybody was 
In the club getting higher than the ceiling tiles and 
Heat rising like a fire and, we’re touching the sky (touching the sky) 

Sweating out my bell bottoms 
The room is spinning right in front of me 
I ask for your hand for stability but now it’s all over me 

I can taste your lips on my face but I just can’t take the risk 
I’ll be your honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle sweet on your lips 
Honeysuckle sticky fingertips 
Honeysuckle, come suckle on me (yeah) 

And everybody was 
Voyeurs under the mirrorball 
Panthers that are on the prowl 
Oh baby I could risk it all
Call me a nickname and watch me fall 

Still sweating out my bell bottoms 
The room is getting too hot for me 
I ask for a fan for a little breeze 
But you said just shed it all for me 

I can taste your lips on my waist but I just might take the risk 
I’ll be your honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle (yeah) 
Honeysuckle sweet on your lips 
Honeysuckle sticky fingers 
Honeysuckle, come suckle on me

Honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle (suckle)
Honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle
Honeysuckle 
Honeysuckle

Lyrics:

Hey 
Ah, oh, oh
Ah, oh, oh 

Baby, I’m right outside 
It’s so cold, I’m knocking on your door 
Can you hear me? 
And I know your dad said don’t come back 
But I’m right here, begging on my knees 
For you, ah 

And don’t you dare try to stop me 
I’ve only got eyes for you 
They see everything the world can’t see in you 
He’s got the smokes, I’ve got the jokes
That make you laugh through anything 
He’s got the wheels, and sex appeal 
But I have a heart that has no strings 

Let me say something
I think you deserve better than that 
I know I’ve seen this movie before 
And you deserve a-

Happy Ending 
I know he’s just a villain behind the wheel 
You can’t get rid of 
Let me take you in my hands 
I can give you something to live for 
I can take your beauty and grasp it 
Like a flower, in a storm 

Storm, storm 

Baby, I’m still outside 
It’s not as cold, cause I’m thinking of you 
And it’s helping 
And by the way, your dad said I can come back 
And we laughed behind the man you like 
Cause he’s stupid 

Okay, maybe I didn’t mean that but 
There’s no way that he’s a catch 
Maybe I’m not either baby but 
I know that I could last
He’s got the ring, but not everything 
And he plays the ball, but I have it all 
He’s moving too fast, and I’ve got the last bouquet at the supermarket 
And while he dreams of your body
I dream of your hobbies
Painting everything you find beautiful 
And it’s typical, cause I think I’d be a picture of me but it’s still a 

Happy Ending 
I know he’s just a villain behind the wheel 
You can’t get rid of 
Let me take you in my hands 
I can give you something to live for 
I can take your beauty and grasp it 
Like a flower, in a storm 

Storm, storm
Storm
Storm
Storm, ah, ah

Don’t Worry, Ma!

Joey Moroney