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(Scott/Marlow) A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine. I dream of your first kiss, and then, I feel upon my lips again, A taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine. I will return, yes I will return, I`ll come back for the honey and you. Yours was the kiss that awoke my heart, There lingers still, `though we`re far apart, That taste of honey... tasting much sweeter than wine. I will return, yes I will return, I`ll come back (he`ll come back) for the honey (for the honey) and you. |