Chords for ANDREA GIBSON - HONEY

_ Some people don't like the word honey. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Oh, not my word.
_ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
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She keeps her makeup in a ceramic bowl of bullets beside a jelly jar full of gardenias on an old [Eb] dresser in Mississippi,
where outside tomato plants grow in the bellies of old [Gm] boats,
and she [B] carries a knife just in case she finds something she wants to carve her name into.
I [Eb] swear to God, if I had an [Bb] Adam's apple, I would tell her to peel it and take a bite. _
I mean, this time.
I am not turning back.
I am not turning in.
I am turning over [Bbm] every leaf of all my leaving.
I am moonlighting as the [Gb] moonlight.
My shine is working [Bbm] overtime just to hear her call me [Bb] honey.
It makes me feel like the [G] bee's knees.
Like I could finally lose my past like the keys to [Bbm] the getaway car.
Like all my fucking up [Gm] might finally be out of gas.
Like there will be [Bbm] no more war.
Fuck my name.
What if my name is nothing but honey?
Do you realize I gave up on this in my 20s?
[Bb] You were the first thing [G] I ever wrote on a [Bbm] vision board.
I cannot wait to tell you the truth.
Better than I have [Fm] ever told [Bb] the truth before.
And no, that does not mean I'm going to tell you look like Marilyn Monroe.
But you do.
And it makes me want to run for president.
Jesus fucking can.
Do you have any idea how important you are?
When you're dripping, literally dripping.
I have never met anyone more clumsy.
You walk into a room and turn every head when you crash to the floor.
And I'm like, _ _ _ _ _ _ you know, she's not embarrassed.
That's a sunburn she [Fm] already had from my [F] moonlight.
And Columbia [Gm] surely temple.
I'm going to trampoline every inch of cement in this town.
And she's going to teach me how [Fm] to bounce back.
[Bb] Mixing her southern polite with her New Orleans fuck off, honey.
[Ebm] I want to hear every [Eb] story about your whole life.
Tell me again about your ghetto blaster [G] birthday cake.
Tell me [Bb] again how you're a master pumpkin carver.
Tell me again how you've never, ever been to therapy.
Why does that turn me on?
[D] _ [F] You have a friend who tattooed the words [Fm] you wish on [Bb] her ring finger.
I have a friend who pulled out her tampon in the streets of Manhattan
and [G] threw it in the massage in his car.
We [C] are precious to [Bb] each other.
We are the most lucky fish in my desert city.
I want to be the fairy in your Irish pub.
I want to be your pretty boy.
I want you to tell all your friends you're other man league
so I can slap you high five when I'm sliding into home.
So when I start writing down our love in public poems,
you know you can burn all of my books if I [G] don't live up to my word.
If you ever have any doubt [Eb] that I am going to live up to the altitude
of your highest hopes, remember it [F] was for you
that I [Bb] overcame my fear of flying for you.
That I learned the ropes [Gm] of rescue remedy.
Do not under any circumstances rip off the top of the bottle
and start chugging it like [Eb] booze.
You freak [Bb] out everyone on the plane
and you don't need enemies at 30,000 feet trust.
Honey, you just need to know
this is the first time I've ever done this without looking for an exit road.
And I'm pretty sure my seat can't float
but I've already fallen to the sky for you.
[G] Already said no to [Eb] the parachute.
Already told my mother you curse like a sailor
and you love like the war is finally [Bb] over.
And you are just come home
and you are running down the dock in the harbor
screaming my name.
You're screaming honey, honey
and I'm screaming don't trip.
And you're screaming honey, honey
and I'm screaming baby don't fall down.
I am running [Gm] for your red lips.
I am [F] running for your [Bb] red heart.
With my red heart, red as a Mississippi [F]