Goodness knows You're my honeysuckle rose Don't buy sugar You just have to touch my cup You're my sugar It's sweeter when you stir it up When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips Seems the honey fairly drips Every honey bee fills with jealousy

In the dark 'Cause I will be there 'Cause if it's coming for you Then it's coming for me 'Cause we need each other in the dark So we've got each other in the dark But I will be there When it seems Like the world around you's breaking

It seems our problems solve themselves When we look beyond us to those truly in hell Bound to learn the hard way This is the human condition There is nothing that can be said To stop us from making mistakes When I look to myself as a source of ending

Sometimes it seems like lately, I just don't know The bad things in life were so few Sometimes I get to feelin' I was back in the old days, long ago When we were kids, when we were young Things seemed so perfect, you know? The days were endless, we were

It's so easy It's so easy, easy When everybody's tryin' to please me baby When everybody's tryin' to please me So fucking easy But nothin' seems to please me It all fits so right When I fade into the night

You’ve got a fire in your eyes Something burning off inside Hold on (oh) Hold on (oh ah) When I don’t understood They all know good for me Latest on your smile It seems that you dicrease

Everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' woman, honey, it's you I hate to lose Nobody seems to care Nobody loves me Yes, nobody loves me Speaking of worries and trouble darling, you know I've had my share Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble darling, Babe you know I've had my share Everyday,

Whoa nobody loves me, nobody seems to care Everyday, everyday I have the blues When you see me worryin' baby, yeah it's you I hate to lose I'm gonna pack my suitcase, move on down the line Ooh everyday, everyday I have the blues Well worries and trouble

Hey what ever happened to waiting your turn Doing it all by hand, 'cause when everything is handed to you It's only worth as much as the time put in It all just seems so good the way we had it Back before everything became automatic Quarter in a payphone