Song parody of
The Honeypot
by Matt Wynn
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I met her in a parking lot
Lips pulling on a cigarette
Took her out for a couple drinks
Payed for with my rent
Got her back to the hills
Then we got her out that dress
I got to see what she was hiding
Sweat dripping and her knees bent
Wasn't long, for she conquered me
I was a bee swarming round that hive, she watch
She watching TV with me loving tenderly
Getting rough, when the mood is right
Got so I couldn't see straight
Now I'm at the bar pouring tears from my eyes
She left me out here stranded
The queen, outta time she gotta fly
Call her very bad luck call her what you will
You can't escape her play and she ain't no cheap thrill
She's wide on the bottom so she won't tip and she won't spill
The honey pots got what a lotta boys want
Now she got her hands on another man
I'm as sad as boy could be
I miss her menthol cigarettes
And her juicy lips all over me
For a minute she was all mine
I never thought that she would up and leave
Instead of singin' hallelujah
I'm singing oh Lord can you help me please
I met her in a parking lot
Lips pulling on a cigarette
Took her out for a couple drinks
Payed for with my rent
Got her back to the hills
Then we got her out that dress
I got to see what she was hiding
Sweat dripping and her knees bent
Wasn't long, for she conquered me
I was a bee swarming round that hive, she watch
She watching TV with me loving tenderly
Getting rough, when the mood is right
Got so I couldn't see straight
Now I'm at the bar pouring tears from my eyes
She left me out here stranded
The queen, outta time she gotta fly
Call her very bad luck call her what you will
You can't escape her play and she ain't no cheap thrill
She's wide on the bottom so she won't tip and she won't spill
The honey pots got what a lotta boys want
Now she got her hands on another man
I'm as sad as boy could be
I miss her menthol cigarettes
And her juicy lips all over me
For a minute she was all mine
I never thought that she would up and leave
Instead of singin' hallelujah
I'm singing oh Lord can you help me please
