Honey listen honey something grieves me,

Something seems to tell me your've deceived me.

But I hope that it's not true, 'cause I love you.

Honey listen honey my heart's ach- ing,

if your love shold die it would be brea- king.

So I know what I will do and I'll tell you:

If I should ever go to heaven I'll sit right on the moon

and keep my eyes on you.

I'll see that you don't flirt,

I'll see that you don't hurt an- oth- er heart so true.

And I'll come out most ev'ry night

so I can throw down the light,

and I will see the things you do.

So watch out and do not spoon,

for I'll sit right on the moon

and keep my eyes on you.