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What have I got that the others ain'tThat always seems to pleaseT'ain't my perfume, nor my fancy paintBut when I charm the men all swarm Just like they was beesThere's honey in the honeycombThere's sugar in the caneThere's oysters in a real oyster stewAnd bubbles in sweet ChampagneThere's jelly in the jellyrollAnd sap in every treeThere's honey in the honeycombAnd, Honey, there's love in meThere's honey in the honeycombThere's nectar in the peachThere's candy in a coconut shellAnd mussels on every beachThere's money in the savings bankAnd I personally guaranteeIf there's honey in the honeycombThen, Baby, there's love in me From Letras Mania