Love child
   Sugar and spices scattered all around you
   Stay awhile
   Say something strange and someone may believe you
  
   What do you get when you give your love?
   It can’t be gold
   you can’t be sold
   It can’t be silver
   ‘cause silver never pleased you
  
   Like hanging around the flowers
   Like honeybees do
   With dark eyes
   Glistening with tears
   ‘cause heaven still eludes you