I find her in a college classroom, Looking the part - A stack of books and horn-rimmed glasses, Wrapped up in a scarf. It's winter winter but everything is getting warmer. I gotta think of like a hundred sweet things to do for her. It starts with, "Maybe on Friday we could go to the museum?" So we end up at a Queen Street jazz bar With water and chips, And move it back to honey's apartment For some guitar and a kiss. The voices say, "Hey man, hey man, you don't even know who you've got with..." I'll take my chances it's The Right Honorable Queen of Hotness. Yeah. I fell hard, then I started sinking. Oh, she's every thought I'm thinking. I need my baby so much. I need my honey. I need my baby so much. I need my honey. She's all I need to make it through forever. Writes me letters and she wears pink sweaters and she said her eyes were on me from the first time that I met her. I fell hard, then I started sinking. Oh, she's every thought I'm thinking. I need my baby so much. I need my honey. I need my baby so much. I need my honey. I need my baby so much. My sweetheart, hey, she always looks good.