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We were shoveling sunshine, the hard times were the good times
In the back of a good times van, wedding ring fresh on your hand
I guess you were a little shy, when you gave me some nipple pie
You reached over and grabbed my wood, dont you know that it felt so good.
With you is where I belong, thats why I sing this honeymoon song
Well I spilled my red wine, just below your borderline
Finally got your bra undone. My Johnson was on the run
Your head was a keeping time; you were blowing more than my mind
I was slapping' on your behind, parked in the bush doing' sixty-nine
Honey with you I can do no wrong. Thats why I sing this honeymoon song
Your nails were digging in. Your teeth were biting' skin
Then you pulled out a big black whip
Took me on a love slave trip
I screaming' for my life
Whatever happened to my wife? Said to call you Madam X
Well this ain't no country boy sex!
You beat me black n' blue for so long
Guess its my fate, this honeymoon song
You locked the doors on the Chevy van
Slapped the cuffs on my hands
I couldn't even try to shout
You strapped a red ball in my mouth
I was thinking' bout the wedding vows
How thats a bad idea now
I was thinking till death do us part
Buddy thats a bad place to start
Oh where has my sunshine gone?
Its too late, its my honeymoon song