Текст песни hot honey - Live from NPR's Tiny Desk - Alana Springsteen

Ah-ah, oh

This fire in my lungs is burning slow
Like tupelo and whiskey
If you had half a heart, you'd let me go

I hate how much I still need you
To be the one to save me from this hell
You keep putting me through
I try to run, but always come back
I'm stuck on it

Hot honey
Always have to wonder what you want from me
Guess it's not enough to stick around
Ooh-ooh
It's like you love to let me down

I need that sweet something
I'm stuck on your lips, that's why I keep coming
But you never want to stick around
Ooh-ooh
It's like you love to let me down
Come on

Alright, cello, come on
Ain't nothing sweeter than the way you lie
The second you think I'm gone, yeah
You show up in the middle of the night

'Cause you know that I still want you, hey
To be the one to save me from this hell
You keep putting me through
I try to run, but always come back
I'm stuck on it

Hot honey
Always have to wonder what you want from me
Guess it's not enough to stick around
Ooh-ooh
It's like you love to let me down

I need that sweet something
I'm stuck on your lips, that's why I keep coming
But you never want to stick around
Ooh-ooh
It's like you love to let me down, yeah (woo)

Ooh-ooh
Alright, Daniel, what you got? Come on
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
It's like you love to let me down, yeah

This fire in my lungs is burning slow