Honey Child

She was a hopeless romantic with a dirty mouth

But how I loved the way her tongue would curl her words so south

And she loved tracing the faded wings

On the hood of that old jet-black, Pontiac Firebird

She had a couple years on me, didn't know that I was only eighteen and green

Never tasted anything she's about to pour on me

She leaned in with that bottle, put it to her lips, took a sip

And dripped out these words

Honey child

I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style

I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild

And make it taste like honey, child

Sometimes her whisper fades in low

When that summer one-hit-wonder finds its way into my FM radio

Still comes in clear, buzzin' in my ears, after all these years

Such a sweet, sweet sound (such a sweet, sweet sound)

Honey child (honey Child)

I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style

I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild

And make it taste like honey, child

Oh oh oh

I couldn't keep my hands off of her

Oh oh oh

Still hangin' on to every single word

And she said

Honey child

I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style

I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild (whiskey wild)

Honey child (honey child)

I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style

I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild

And make it taste like honey, child (honey child)

I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild

Make it taste like honey, child

Oh, honey child

She'd call me honey child

She called me honey child

Yeah, and all the while, she was making a man out of me

Pour it on me baby (honey child)

She called me honey child

How sweet it was

(Honey child)