Lyrics:

She was a hopeless romantic with a dirty mouth
But how I loved the way her tongue would curl her words so south
And she loved tracing the faded wings
On the hood of that old jet-black, Pontiac Firebird
She had a couple years on me, didn't know that I was only eighteen and green
Never tasted anything she's about to pour on me
She leaned in with that bottle, put it to her lips, took a sip
And dripped out these words
Honey child
I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style
I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
Sometimes her whisper fades in low
When that summer one-hit-wonder finds its way into my FM radio
Still comes in clear, buzzin' in my ears, after all these years
Such a sweet, sweet sound (such a sweet, sweet sound)
Honey child (honey Child)
I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style
I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child
Oh oh oh
I couldn't keep my hands off of her
Oh oh oh
Still hangin' on to every single word
And she said
Honey child
I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style
I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild (whiskey wild)
Honey child (honey child)
I'ma love you old school, rock and roll style
I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
And make it taste like honey, child (honey child)
I'ma lay this kiss here on ya whiskey wild
Make it taste like honey, child
Oh, honey child
She'd call me honey child
She called me honey child
Yeah, and all the while, she was making a man out of me
Pour it on me baby (honey child)
She called me honey child
How sweet it was
(Honey child)