Testi Honey Child - Acoustic - Julia Cole

Honey Child - Acoustic

Just wanna go home
I ain’t fitting in, they ain’t getting it
Freefallin' so low
When you caught me on the phone
You let me air it all out
All the twists and the turns
And the hate and the burns
Holding me down
You said, «Baby Girl, let it go»
Honey Child, keep growing wild
Like a bluebonnet in the breeze yeah
You might bend, but you won’t break
No your momma didn’t raise you that way
Oh yeah yeah show ‘em what you’re made of
Oh yeah yeah girl what are you afraid of
Be you bea-u-tiful you, and it’ll all be
Sweet as honey child, honey child, honey child
Sweet as honey child, honey child, hony child
Don’t change a damn thing
Stay just who are, yeah trust your hart
Oh baby don’t you think
That’s a real fine place to start