Honeypie

Lyrics

My old lady she's young at heart She's got a crooked smile and it's a work of art She got legs that go all the way down to the floor And I could not love her any more My old lady she's a wreckin' ball She gets me up against the wall My legs go broke I can't catch my breath But it's all good because I love her to death And she likes it when call her honeypie And she likes it when I call her pretty baby But the one thing she don't like Is when call hеr my old lady When we met wе were fresh and green Shiny as a page in a magazine We figured out what we had was good And I moved into her neighborhood Over the years we blossomed and bloomed Time crawled a while and then it zoomed Stackin' up memories like stackin' up wood She lights me up and it burns so good And she likes it when I get her all alone And she likes it when I go a little crazy But the one thing she don't like Is when I call her my old lady And she likes it when call her honeypie And she likes it when I call her pretty baby But the one thing she don't like Is when call her my old lady So I call her honeypie But she's my my old lady Oh yeah