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  1. Honeysuckle Rose Lyrics: Every honey bee / Fills with jealousy / When they see you out with me / I don't blame them / Goodness knows / Honeysuckle rose / When we're passin' by / Flowers...

  2. Ella Fitzgerald Lyrics. "Honeysuckle Rose". (originally by Fats Waller) Every honeybee fills with jealousy. When they see you out with me. I don't blame them, goodness knows. Honeysuckle rose. When you're passin' by, flowers droop and sigh. And I know the reason why.

  3. Honeysuckle Rose Lyrics by Fats Waller from the Greatest Songs of the 1930's album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Every honey bee fills with jealousy, When they see you out with me.

  4. "Honeysuckle Rose" is a 1929 song composed by Thomas "Fats" Waller with lyrics by Andy Razaf. It was introduced in the 1929 Off-Broadway revue "Load of Coal" at Connie's Inn as a soft-shoe dance number. Waller's 1934 recording was inducted into the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999.

  5. Lyrics. Every honey bee. Fills with jealousy. When they see you out with me. I don't blame them. Goodness knows. Honeysuckle rose. When we're passin' by. Flowers droop and sigh.

  6. Honeysuckle Rose Lyrics: Every honeybee fills with jealousy / When they see you out with me / I don't blame them, goodness knows / Honeysuckle rose / When you're passin' by, flowers droop...

  7. Honeysuckle Rose Lyrics by Fats Waller from the The History of Pop Radio: 1920-1951 [OSA/Radio History] album- including song video, artist biography, translations and more: Every honey bee fills with jealousy, When they see you out with me.

  8. Oct 11, 2013 · Honeysuckle Rose was composed in 1929 by Fats Waller with lyrics written by Andy Razaf. The 1934 recording was inducted in the Grammy Hall of Fame in 1999.

  9. Fats Waller - Honeysuckle Rose Lyrics. Every honey bee fills with jealousy, when they see you out with me. Goodness knows You're my Honeysuckle Rose When you're passin' b.

  10. You're my honeysuckle rose. When you're passin' by flowers droop and sigh. And I know the reason why. Goodness knows. You're my honeysuckle rose. Don't buy sugar. You just have to touch my cup. You're my sugar. It's sweeter when you stir it up. When I'm taking sips from your tasty lips. Seems the honey fairly drips. Goodness knows.

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