Amy Winehouse Honey, honey

Honey, honey Милый, I know you sat alone many nights waiting for me Cold, your face like a stone, I hang up the phone when we disagree Standing there by my side the fighting is done glaring at me in the light my little toy gun Shining in black like shoes on a rack with a trigger that s dressed up in gold It s always warm inside my home but its handle is always so cold Whispering into my ear all the lies you spun