Honey Child

She was a hopeless romantic with a dirty mouth But how I loved the way her tongue would curl her words so south And she loved tracing the faded wings On the hood of that old jet-black, Pontiac Firebird She had a couple years on me, didn't know that I was only eighteen and green Never tasted anything she's about to pour on me She leaned in with that bottle, put it to her lips, took a sip And dripped out these words Honey child I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild And make it taste like honey, child Sometimes her whisper fades in low When that summer one-hit-wonder finds its way into my FM radio Still comes in clear, buzzin' in my ears, after all these years Such a sweet, sweet sound (such a sweet, sweet sound) Honey child (honey Child) I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild And make it taste like honey, child Oh oh oh I couldn't keep my hands off of her Oh oh oh Still hangin' on to every single word And she said Honey child I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild (whiskey wild) Honey child (honey child) I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild And make it taste like honey, child (honey child) I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild Make it taste like honey, child Oh, honey child She'd call me honey child She called me honey child Yeah, and all the while, she was making a man out of me Pour it on me baby (honey child) She called me honey child How sweet it was (Honey child)