The New Hitmakers: How Social Media Is Rewriting The Rules Of Music Discovery
Chris Page - 05 Jun 2026
Pursuit Of Happiness Honeytime
Your body is my playground Your legs are like monkey-bars The minute it takes to go up and down them Might take me hours If I could make it any better You know that I would I'd like to take you to heaven If only I could Honeytime, Honeytime I'm like Pooh Bear, I always have my hand in the jar Your aroused body has a peculiar smell My fingers find an oasis Slip them inside and it swells But one of my synapses ain't firing Am I sick, am I lame I cannot stand and deliver I leave the playground in shame Honeytime, Honeytime I'm like Pooh Bear, I always have my hand in the jar Honeytime, Honeytime Won't you take me there Won't you take me there Honeytime, Honeytime I'm like Pooh Bear, I always have my hand in the jar Honeytime, Honeytime Guess I bit off a little more than I could chew this time Honeytime, Honeytime I'm like Pooh Bear, I always have my hand in the jar Honeytime, Honeytime Won't you take me there Won't you take me there
