I call her Sugar, my honey pie But none of those words truly describes Her love I call her Sugar, my honey pie Don't need no sweetnin' in my tea My honey pie is sweet enough for me And now, don't need no sweetnin' in my tea A salty disposition won't work for me So glad my woman is sweet as she can be — Most of the time — If she had a salty disposition, She wouldn't be mine Some like raw sugar, some crave refined Some love molasses, Tho' it's getting' hard to find I got all the sweetness I need in my honey pie I'm crazy 'bout that woman, Ya know the reason why Wouldn't trade her lovin' for all the Diamonds in Dubai Talkin' 'bout my Sugar, my honey pie I call her Sugar, my honey pie But none of those words truly describes Her love I call her Sugar I call her Sugar I call her Sugar, my honey pie Sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet Sweet, sweet, sweet Honey pie