Don't Call Me Honey

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I like what I like on the outside 
Putting on pulling off in a big field 
I like what I like when they’re begging me to stop 
‘cause where you won’t go 
Ain’t worth the knowing 
Some days there’s nothing in my mind 
Don’t call me honey 

I like what I like in a car park 
In a sheet in a bag in the pitch dark 
On your hands and knees in the long grass 
I don’t have a wife , don’t have much money 
Some days there’s nothing there but time 
What makes it funny? 

I like what I like when I’m on top 
On a roof, the bonnet of a car in a long drop 
I like what I like in paper 
On a chair , in a tap , in a sandwich 
I feel when the tone is shifting 
I don’t understand what makes it funny 


Don’t call me honey