Tattoos and Truths

(mmmmm-hmm) I sit at dinner

with Mr.

Honey He is sweet,

he is kind

But his sister's on my mind

Miss Honey stands tall,

ink on her shoulder Every time she looks my way,

it gets a little colder (ahhh)

She's smoking on the porch,

leaning back

Strong shoulders, quiet laugh

(so

tall) And I'm caught in the middle of a beautiful trap

Oh, I'm dating Mr.

Honey but I dream of Miss Honey Her tattooed arms,

the smoke in the air

Yeah, I love them both,

it's a sweet affair But I feel closer to her,

it's just not fair

(yeah, it's not

fair)

Mr. Honey buys me flowers,

holds my hand

But she's in the garden,

working the land

Sleeves rolled up,

muscles catching the light

And I'm wondering who I'll dream of tonight

(who is it gonna be?)

Oh,

I'm dating Mr.

Honey but I dream of Miss Honey Her tattooed arms,

the smoke in the air Yeah,

I love them both,

it's a sweet affair But I feel closer to her,

it's just not fair

(it's just not fair)

Miss Honey with the ink...

Mr.

Honey in the hall...

Yeah, I love them both

But she is so tall... (mmm)