A Taste Of Honey

She's sweeter than nectar

I saw her at the record store

Heard she liked The Smiths

We bonded over Kiss

She's got ripped jeans filled with liquor

Torn shirts filled with many bruises

But underneath all that sadness

Is a girl who's better than a taste of honey

Her curls are rolled with many secrets

Her sheets have seen many men

I came over for some fun of my own

We rolled blunt after blunt

She's got ripped jeans filled with liquor

Torn shirts filled with many bruises

But underneath all that sadness

Is a girl who's better than a taste of honey

She wore dark eyeliner

Always balancing a cigarette

Her hair, multiple colors

Just like her lips

She's got ripped jeans filled with liquor

Torn shirts filled with many bruises

But underneath all that sadness

Is a girl who's better than a taste of honey