Honeypie Songtext
von Old 97’s

My old lady she′s young at heart
She's got a crooked smile and it′s a work of art
She got legs that go all the way down to the floor
And I could not love her any more
My old lady she's a wreckin' ball
She gets me up against the wall
My legs go broke I can′t catch my breath
But it′s all good because I love her to death
And she likes it when call her honeypie
And she likes it when I call her pretty baby
But the one thing she don't like
Is when call her my old lady
When we met we were fresh and green
Shiny as a page in a magazine
We figured out what we had was good


And I moved into her neighborhood
Over the years we blossomed and bloomed
Time crawled a while and then it zoomed
Stackin′ up memories like stackin' up wood
She lights me up and it burns so good
And she likes it when I get her all alone
And she likes it when I get a little crazy
But the one thing she don′t like
Is when I call her my old lady
And she likes it when call her honeypie
And she likes it when I call her pretty baby
But the one thing she don't like
Is when call her my old lady
So I call her honeypie
But she′s my old lady