There's an empty vase where roses would go If flowers were the kind thing he thought of on his way home But his honey's sweet and I'm a honeybee And our love will still be buzzin' when the seasons change and the flowers have gone He's got me high (so high) All the clouds are jealous He's Christmas in July He's the summertime He's got me high (so high) Like a bottle of red or a bottle of white And if he's half the man I think he is He's all I need to live the good life The good life My heart has been rich and poor But if we never have more than we do right now Then I'm rich for sure He's got me high (so high) All the clouds are jealous He's Christmas in July He's the summertime He's got me high (so high) Like a bottle of red or a bottle of white And if he's half the man I think he is He's all I need to live the good life The good life Yeah The good life