Honey, honey (Amy Winehouse)

I know you sat alone so many nights waiting for me 
Cold, your face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree 
Standing there by my side when the fighting is done 
glaring at me in the light is my little toy gun 
Shining in black like shoes on a rack with a trigger 
that's dressed up in gold 
It's always warm inside my home but its handle is always so cold
Whispering into my ear all the lies you spun 
My single greatest fear is my little toy gun 
Wait for the day when I can save face and come to a happy home 
I know it's turning me to the count of girl who'd rather be alone 
Just wait till I get my way 
I promise you it won't be fun 
If you feel like you should pray, pray for my little toy gun

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