Hook:

Honey dip, my lovely apricot, prefer to have you then to have not,
Sugar lump, my sweet butterscotch, prefer to have you than to have not,
And when all the birds flock you the queen of the crop, prefer to have you than to have not,
Honey dip my lovely apricot prefer to have you than to have not

Verse 1:
No hidden propaganda,
I used to be that scandal,
You know that nigga slaying chickens like he Kernel Sanders,
But you a different look, sorta’ like changing channels,
I dedicate this grammar just to show how much you matter,
Smile bright as sunshine,
Always on the best of manners,
Like that single flamed candle that be placed on grandmas mantle, got me fumbling and rumbling,
On and on as i ramble,
Time is, of all the essence,
With you, times always ample,
Leave me, craving for more,
Like a, sams club food sample,
You the apple of my eye,
but that ass, juicy like snapple,
Got me, insured like geico,
Gotta’ carry you wherever i go,
Our happiness success and longevity is all i hope for
That’s all I hope for,
yea that’s all I hope for and I’m so hopeful our happiness success and longevity is all I hope for

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Verse 2:
Not to understand your worth is absurd, your love and care is some that is unheard, it deserve, something that is not fulfilled by a word, or these words if you are describing infinite worth, damn girl,
to think being with one, was such a thought aways,
Being trapped into your voice those sweet serenades,
A couple of explorations through Florida everglades,
Or the long-trips down the highway,
Interstate-95, fireworks 4th of July,
That twinkle in your eyes matched the lighting of skies,
Sorry butterfly to not want to compromise, so I had to put you off until I had the time,
But i realize, everything can’t be Cheerwine,
So in the near time,
We will have sincere time,
Cause I truly understand this woman’s work,
I mean I truly understand this woman’s worth.

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Verse 3:
Woman you so eclectic
my melody from heaven
and I pray God’s blessings upon you without no interjections,
Apple of my my eye, paying the highest preference,
your ever presence is a present of God’s created pleasure,
And not to carry on with the spiritual tip,
just a-a compliment
to my-my honey-dip,
or my-my honeycomb,
anything sweet but sassy,
Float my lil’ butterfly sting like a bee
perfect mix of morality
adding more conscious to my reality, my crazy sexy cool, like that TLC
not for the casualty of common things,
of common wills, of common dreams,
more than a common queen who wants the common king,
like the finer things,
being of one, common frame
may we rise as one and greatness we both attain,
intertwined like vines we aged to fine wine,
and to think you wasn’t ripe for the time, how foolish was I.