Honey Child What Can I Do?
(Isobel Campbell)
Wishing, hoping, for that old familiar feeling
That takes you miles above, yeah it's called love
Would you do it for me?
'Cause I'm feeling lonely
Praying, hoping, and I leave the door wide open
I see you and you catch your spill
But come and sit by me
'Cause I'm feeling lonely
Maybe I'm a stupid fool
Chasing butterflies like you
On these days they seem so cruel
But honey child, what can I do?
Maybe I'm a stupid fool
Chasing butterflies like you
On these days they seem so cruel
But honey child, what can I do?
Honey child, what can I do...
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