Blowing the Blues Away

Every honey bee fills with jealousy

When they see you out with me

Goodness knows

You're my honeysuckle rose

When you're passin' by, flowers droop and sigh

And I know the reason why

Goodness knows

You're my honeysuckle rose

Don't buy sugar

You just have to touch my cup

You're my sugar

It's sweeter when you stir it up

When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips

Seems the honey fairly drips

Goodness knows

You're my honeysuckle rose

Goodness knows

You're my honeysuckle rose

Don't buy sugar

You just have to touch my cup

You're my sugar

It's sweeter when you stir it up.

When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips

Seems the honey fairly drips

Goodness knows

You're my honeysuckle rose