I find her in a college classroom,
Looking the part -
A stack of books and horn-rimmed glasses,
Wrapped up in a scarf.
It's winter winter but everything is getting warmer.
I gotta think of like a hundred sweet things to do for her.
It starts with, "Maybe on Friday we could go to the museum?"
So we end up at a Queen Street jazz bar
With water and chips,
And move it back to honey's apartment
For some guitar and a kiss. The voices say,
"Hey man, hey man, you don't even know who you've got with..."
I'll take my chances it's The Right Honorable Queen of Hotness. Yeah.
I fell hard, then I started sinking.
Oh, she's every thought I'm thinking.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
She's all I need to make it through forever. Writes me letters and she wears pink sweaters and she said her eyes were on me from the first time that I met her.
I fell hard, then I started sinking.
Oh, she's every thought I'm thinking.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
I need my baby so much.
I need my honey.
I need my baby so much.
My sweetheart, hey, she always looks good.