She was a hopeless romantic with a dirty mouth
But how I loved the way her tongue would curl her words so south
And she loved tracing the faded wings
On the hood of that old jet-black, Pontiac Firebird
She had a couple years on me
Didn't know that I was only 18 and green
Never tasted anything she's about to pour on me
She leaned in with that bottle, put it to her lips, took a sip
And dripped out these words
"Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste just like honey, child"
Sometimes her whisper fades in low
When that summer one-hit-wonder finds its way into my FM radio
Still comes in clear, buzzin' in my ears, after all these years
Such a sweet, sweet sound
Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
I couldn't keep my hands off of her
Still hangin' on to every single word
And she said
"Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild"
Honey child
I'm gonna love you old school, rock and roll style
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
I'm gonna lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
Oh, honey child
She called me honey child, she called me honey child
She was making a man of me, pour it on me honey
She called me honey child, how sweet it was