[When you get down to it, 2008]
You drip like honey, drip like honey
you drip like honey in my soul
and taste as warm as sunshine
you burn me brightly
burn me bright
You burn me bright your eyes like coal
As warm and rich as red wine
And maybe I oughta let you go
and maybe I oughta let you know
maybe I would if I could
but even Jesus, baby
couldn’t be that good
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