Honey Child - Acoustic - Julia Cole

Just wanna go home

I ain’t fitting in, they ain’t getting it

Freefallin' so low

When you caught me on the phone

You let me air it all out

All the twists and the turns

And the hate and the burns

Holding me down

You said, «Baby Girl, let it go»

Honey Child, keep growing wild

Like a bluebonnet in the breeze yeah

You might bend, but you won’t break

No your momma didn’t raise you that way

Oh yeah yeah show ‘em what you’re made of

Oh yeah yeah girl what are you afraid of

Be you bea-u-tiful you, and it’ll all be

Sweet as honey child, honey child, honey child

Sweet as honey child, honey child, hony child

Don’t change a damn thing

Stay just who are, yeah trust your hart

Oh baby don’t you think

That’s a real fine place to start