Honey from Tactics by Alma Cook

Here she comes,
She's smelling like vanilla & peaches.
Skin like honey,
I hardly even notice what she did.

Making trouble again & I—
I will defend her for the first round,
But though her words seem sound, they don't hold any water
When you write 'em down.

CHORUS:
Oh, fool me once, fool me twice,
We're gonna get it right.
Maybe I should take that warning,
Or maybe it can wait till morning.
To know every word of advice—
Wouldn't it be nice?
I look at her & oh, she's lovely,
But I'm getting kinda sick of that honey.
I look at her & oh, she's lovely,
But I'm getting kinda sick of that honey.

Got a grip on me
Between a bad dream & a secret,
With a kiss so sweet—
Oh, don't you know it puts me to pieces?

I have got to pretend that I
Will not defend you in the next round,
'Cause though your words seem sound,
They don't hold any water when you write 'em down, so…

CHORUS

SIck of the way she'll…
Take me by the neck & bite me
When I'm stocking up the kitchen.
Been a clean couple days; I might've
Finally broken the addiction.

I swore I'd cut you at the source,
But when I shut the doors
You leave me wanting more.
Honey, whatcha do that for?

You know you seem so sound,
You always seem so sound.
You really seem so sound,
But you're only ever gonna weigh me down.

CHORUS

I look at her & oh, she's lovely,
But I'm getting kinda sick from that honey.

• Ella Fitzgerald
• R&B/Soul
• addiction
• bossa nova
• eating
• food
• guitar
• gypsy
• jazz
• neosoul
• pop
• singer-songwriter
• spoken word
• strings
• upright bass
• violin
• Los Angeles