Tattoos and Honey

(mmmmm) I sit at his kitchen table every Friday night

He's holding my hand,

keeping everything light

But across the room,

she's standing in the doorway pane

Ink on her arms,

whispering my name

(oh yeah)

I'm dating Mr

Honey, but I'm dreaming of Miss Honey She's so

tall,

with her tattoos in the sun

Yeah, Mr

Honey is sweet,

but Miss Honey is the one

Sharing her smoke on the fire

escape

She's got that lean strength,

shoulders broad and tall

Exhaling grey clouds against the brick wall

He talks about his day,

but my focus starts to slide

Caught in the middle,

nowhere left to hide

I'm dating Mr

Honey, but I'm dreaming of Miss Honey She's so

tall,

with her tattoos in the sun

Yeah, Mr

Honey is sweet,

but Miss Honey is the one

Sharing her smoke on the fire escape

(sharing that smoke)

Both sides of the coin,

but she's the one I hold close

Miss Honey

(mmm

her sweet smoke)