We were shoveling sunshine, the hard times were the good times In the back of a good times van, wedding ring fresh on your hand I guess you were a little shy, when you gave me some nipple pie You reached over and grabbed my wood, don’t you know that it felt so good. With you is where I belong, that’s why I sing this honeymoon song…
Well I spilled my red wine, just below your borderline Finally got your bra undone. My Johnson was on the run Your head was a keeping time; you were blowing more than my mind I was slapping' on your behind, parked in the bush doing' sixty-nine Honey with you I can do no wrong. That’s why I sing this honeymoon song
Your nails were digging in. Your teeth were biting' skin Then you pulled out a big black whip Took me on a love slave trip
I screaming' for my life Whatever happened to my wife? Said to call you Madam X Well this ain't no country boy sex! You beat me black n' blue for so long Guess it’s my fate, this honeymoon song
You locked the doors on the Chevy van Slapped the cuffs on my hands I couldn't even try to shout You strapped a red ball in my mouth I was thinking' bout the wedding vows How that’s a bad idea now I was thinking till death do us part Buddy that’s a bad place to start Oh where has my sunshine gone? It’s too late, it’s my honeymoon songTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
