There's an empty vase Where roses would go If flowers were the kind of thing he thought of On his way home
But he's honey sweet And I'm a honey bee And our love will still be buzzing when the seasons change And the flowers have gone
He's got me high All the clouds are jealous He's Christmas in July He's the summertime He's got me high Like a bottle of red or a bottle of white And if he's half the man I think he is, he's all I need To live the Good Life The Good Life
My heart Has been rich and poor But if we never have more than we do right now Then I'm rich for sure