Home babe you smell like home, boy I wanna take you home
Cold, feckless and forlorn, baby you're not alone
Somebody better spread my honey cos I feel like somethin sweet
Sweet honey
Somebody to share my money cos I need some company
Please believe honey
And I tell ya, if my feeling is good you're gonna love this
Home, babe you smell like home, girl I wanna take you home
C'mon, we're a mere 3 stops from home, come 'n chew on my chicken bone
Cos when your blood dries up and then your bones start to crack
You'll know the pain of love itself and I say never look back
Hold on get ready for the storm
Be sure that I will kill for love
Stoned, so high on getting down cos that's what it is about
Born with hair like a microphone, you're gonna know my ringing tone
Some lover better fill my cup up and I mean with something sweet
Sweet shots of rum honey, someone to have some fun and a meal between the sheets
Breathe in and believe honey
Hold on get ready for the storm
Be sure that I will kill for love
Hold on get ready for the storm
Be sure that I will kill for love
