When you took me out to that field
I was so sure we were friends

But then the sweet smell of nectar on your hands
The sweet cherry color of your lips coated now in yellow

A feeling of love, pure love
I didn't know I had came over me

But you didn't notice how my eyes went pink as I stared
Maybe you already knew, maybe you didn't

I made it clear though when I tasted the honey from
off your lips