Honey Pie
A song by Lennon & McCartney
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Now she's in the bigtime in the U.S.A.
So won't you please come home.
Honey Pie, my position is tragic,
Come and show me the magic
of your Hollywood song.
You became a legend of the silver screen,
And now the thought of meeting makes me weak
in the knee.
Sail across the Atlantic
To be where you belong
Honey Pie, come back to me Oo
I like it like that Ooh ah.
I like this kind of hot kinds of music,
Hot kind of music, play it to me,
Play it to me, I got the blues.
T-t-tee Now
So won't you please come home.
Come come back to me, Honey Pie
Ha - ha - ha Oo Ah Oo-oo Ah
Honey Pie, come back.