Don’t Call Me Honey


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