You are made of sugar, milk and molasses So, little darlin' will attract all the bess You are the gazer, you are the attraction Takes a little vanity
You are made of sugar, milk and molasses So little darling to attract all the bees (?) You are the gazer you are the attraction Takes a little vanity
Translation: The Hush Sound. Molasses.
Wait, our day's lost Holding you down You look for me But I won't be found The bluebirds flutter in my chest Oh, they want to sing You'll have to break
