Music: Grace McDunnough
Lyrics: Salome Strangelove
Well, her mamma charmed bees just outside of New Orleans
And her pa could’ve been any of half a dozen men
Who traded off their wages for a jug of homemade wine
And sometimes stayed for more than just a shot of cheap moonshine
Amber eyes and blood red lips
Fortunes told by fingertip
She’ll sell you Creole spells for love and money
Just don’t ever ask to buy one drop of Honey
Well, the women of the bayou have always been taboo
You know they’re shilling dark secrets in the shallow waters
Oh, every soul that walks the Delta fears her
But the tides can’t stop the fools that must float nearer
Golden rings and voodoo beads
Paper dolls and effigies
She’ll sell you Creole spells for love and money
Just don’t ever ask to buy a drop of Honey
When the moon is ripe
Scented honeycomb
Drifts through the night
And calls her lovers home
Oh her pa may have been any
Of half a dozen men
Or then again
Or then again
Tawny curls and silken skin
A devil’s daughter deep within
You can have her Creole spells for love and money
But don’t ever ask to buy
Don’t ever ask to see
Don’t ever ask to taste
One drop of Honey
Don’t sell your soul
For Honey