Asif Andalib

(27 November 1967 / Moez Monzil, Komlapur, Faridpur, Bangladesh)

O my honey


O my honey, honey
Honey Honey Honey
God is funny, honey
Honey Honey Honey
O my honey, honey
You are sweeter
than sweet money
O my honey, honey
Honey Honey Honey

O my honey, honey
Honey Honey Honey
You are sweetie, honey
You are lovely, honey
You are pretty, honey
O my honey, honey
Honey Honey Honey

Without you my sweet Jaan
I become crazy, lazy
When I'm with you baby
I become brainy, busy
O my honey, honey
Honey Honey Honey

Without you my sweetheart
My mind turns cloudy, rainy
When I'm with you darling
My life turns smooth and easy
O my honey, honey
Honey Honey Honey

Submitted: Thursday, September 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, September 05, 2013

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