Whenever I’m at a party
All know I’m most looking good
Those people ask me how I’m doing
And I said I’m never begun
‘cause when I talk about bad times
they don’t react, they just stare
because I’m not making money anymore
they smile and don’t give a damn
it seems to be normal
sweet talking this way
even if they do dislike you
they automatically say

Sweety baby, cookey honey

When I had my low point
They give a knock at my door
I never thought that I’d be lonely
Well, now I’m not anymore
I had to make some concessions
To be the honoust in town
But I’m not the kind of herow
They give a shuffle around

And now I sit here and do things
I know they don’t understand
When I’m making the cash flow
They say come in I’ll show you around

Sweety baby, cookey honey

Never say you’re gonna make it all the way
Cookey hon, these are empty words they say
Pepper on and you will find you sing your song
If you’re smart you will never ever be a ….

Sweety baby, cookey honey