Oh, Honeybee

I met this fine lady on Saturday night Hot Mocha all over satin dress was skin tight Her musical nuance playin six and eight-time She says Loves ain't a sin Honey and it's not a crime Didn't have to think we went for a ride Yeah, call it a spin We grooved all night She gave me a kiss as I gaze in her eyes She says Love's not a sin Honey, call me sometime So, I pick up the phone She says won't you please Then I had to roll run over and see In one sprig of clover The lady kissed me Hot Mocha all over Oh, Honeybee. Her kiss is elixir runs all over me Deep in loves cup such passionate mead One lucky sprig of clover Oh, Honeybee.