Honey
Smile
in a tent
desert on the phone
letters were not sent
and he stays alone
The loneliness was rent
like a mobile home
for a little money
What shall he say?
Where's my honey?
His
bed is too big
sandy and cold
Willy was thick
but he's feeling old
He left him alone
with a solid heart of gold
This
wasn't funny
What shall he say?
Where's my honey?
Text
& Musik: Markus Maria Jansen & Mike Pelzer
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