Home babe you smell like home, boy I wanna take you home Cold, feckless and forlorn, baby you're not alone Somebody better spread my honey cos I feel like somethin sweet Sweet honey Somebody to share my money cos I need some company Please believe honey And I tell ya, if my feeling is good you're gonna love this Home, babe you smell like home, girl I wanna take you home C'mon, we're a mere 3 stops from home, come 'n chew on my chicken bone Cos when your blood dries up and then your bones start to crack You'll know the pain of love itself and I say never look back Hold on get ready for the storm Be sure that I will kill for love Stoned, so high on getting down cos that's what it is about Born with hair like a microphone, you're gonna know my ringing tone Some lover better fill my cup up and I mean with something sweet Sweet shots of rum honey, someone to have some fun and a meal between the sheets Breathe in and believe honey Hold on get ready for the storm Be sure that I will kill for love Hold on get ready for the storm Be sure that I will kill for love