The Good Life

There's an empty vase
Where roses would go
If flowers were the kind of thing he thought of
On his way home

But he's honey sweet
And I'm a honey bee
And our love will still be buzzing when the seasons change
And the flowers have gone

He's got me high
All the clouds are jealous
He's Christmas in July
He's the summertime
He's got me high
Like a bottle of red or a bottle of white
And if he's half the man I think he is, he's all I need
To live the Good Life
The Good Life

My heart
Has been rich and poor
But if we never have more than we do right now
Then I'm rich for sure