Well we were so young
Drunken on love
Everytime we were apart
It was you i was thinkin of
If i could take back what iv'e done
You know i would've
Now i sit here cryin just like a mourning dove
Cryin oh ho oh ho
Please don't go ho
Here i am drunk again
Callin you on the phone
I know its 3 am
Just had to see if you were home
I miss the taste of your kiss
The taste of honey comb
oh ho oh ho
please dont go ho
