Honey-child is nothing to kill up you self over...
Hush child...the world aint going end...
A say hush you noise man...is nothing more than that...
You just come to the realization that
DE HONEYMOON OVER
Written by Mutryce A. Williams
Edited by Teslyn Simmonds
Child they say that before the calm there is a storm,
And you may think that a mean the other way around,
But take me advice I in the world a long, long, long time now,
Trust me there was a storm but child you just aint see it,
People don't wake up and turn so, just so,
These things don't just happen overnight,
Hush you noise man, no rock out you poor lil soul,
No bawl up yourself too much man,
This too shall pass...we have all been there...is nothing more than that,
You just now come to the realization that De honeymoon over...
A know you feeling so low, so old, so replaceable,
So hopeless, so worthless, so, so, so damaged, so HAD,
And you wondering lord how much more knock bout a could take eh,
You lying down there wondering if it was really, really real,
Or just a big, fat, extra large mampy sized lie,
Darling du du you growing up, you getting a lil sense now,
And you realize that like a passing breeze de honeymoon over...
A mean it come like them just really put down molasses to catch fly for true,
And when they catch you...hmmm, hmmm,
Cause lord when me and Sonny did just get in,
Mercyyyyyyyyyy...a tell you nothing when sweet like he so,
He was the original Sugar boy,
Pure sweetness, he been sweet seeeee...proper,
Mercyyyyyyyyyy...a telling youuuuu,
Some real good times there child, good times, real good times,
I was his African Queen, the girl of his Dreams,
But then reality sets in and I am here telling you,
When he feel like he was set like Jello,
De man start fu act up,
And turn one time just like milk,
No fret you self my dear...no cause for alarm,
Is just life I am telling you,
Honey-child is nothing more than that you have a case of,
De honeymoon being over...
No more feeling special,
No more tender kisses,
No more going go look mango,
No more carrying you movies and so forth,
All that gone een,
You stake out home now,
Like cattle pan pasture,
No more honey ask me anything and I will tell you,
But rather...Woman know you damn place with me,
Or lord you to blasted heg,
Sister you want more indicator than that,
What you need to understand is that de honeymoon is over...
No more smiling eyes or running into the other's arms for safety or comfort,
No more you are my world and I am yours,
No more chuculups, sweetie pie, sugar dumpling,
Come let me tell you something,
You have been on my mind for a very long time, a very long time,
No more I love you and you love me,
No more, no more, lord no more...mid night calls,
See you got me a bawl to,
Come Baby let we wipe we tears,
Honey child, tell me you had sense enough to know,
That it could not have possibly lasted forever,
You see is when we small they full up we head,
With all kind of fairytale nonsense,
The Prince Charming thing and so,
So boy we stay there looking for that,
And the thing is that the brute with the sweetest tongue,
The one with words falling off he tongue like honey,
That is what does catch we...cause is not practicality we want,
Is the damn fairytale nonsense you see,
Them things don't work dearie...I in this world long time,
I could tell you that...Stop killing up yourself,
Don't go on so, you aint on you death bed,
You just going through a case of de honeymoon being over...
No more long walks in the park,
Or moonlit nights on the beach,
No more holding hands,
Or dedicating this or that song to each other in the name of love,
No more googley eyes,
No more long telephone calls,
No more "you hang up, no you hang up,"
You think I old but I know how these things go,
What you have left is just pure anger, animosity, hatred, loathing,
And wishing that you have ever met at all,
No more wishing on the stars,
No more sharing dreams of forever,
No more dancing in the streets,
Or giggling under the covers,
Girl I telling you straight up a know how it does go,
You heart going hurt you a lil bit...for now,
But you see you young...so I can't blame you too much,
How long you think you could have been on cloud nine so,
How long before that smile turn into a snarl,
How long before the I love you's turned into harsh words,
Just take it all in strides though honey,
Aint nothing big, something quite simple...
Honey-child you have a case simply of de honeymoon being over...
All of a sudden you turn into he mother,
Or the big bad witch,
You not his sexiness no more,
And instead of catering to each other,
De catering business gone one way now...
All the catering is to he,
All of a sudden you turn into this disease he can't find a cure for,
And then like mad bull he want run wild,
He start act like he never see woman yet and they going style,
Me dear chile I know de story too well,
A telling you just going through a case of de honeymoon being over,
You hear he grumbling how you is a good for nothing...so and so,
He making fuss with everything you do,
All of a sudden you can't cook,
You can't wash, you can't clean,
And you can't...you is a woman now...a don't have to finish de rest,
And you just want to know ...what de cross is this,
Come like me first name turn into ...you can't,
Cause honey that is all he address you as,
What a story...he reach in and is aye this and aye that,
No honey I am home,
How was your day?
Hold up you head hear child,
The worst is yet to come,
Brace yourself, you sign on for life,
But wait you mother never tell you...
How this thing does go?
Well honey child I telling you now whether you want to accept it,
De honeymoon is definitely over!
