Miss Soul won´t you tell me all the pretty things you need
I got my shopping list of love right here,
Remind me what´s the 1, 2, 3
And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
Oh won´t you gimme some, could you gimme some, do I get a little piece of that honey pie?

Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why,
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside

Miss Soul won´t you tell me all the pretty things you need
(Miss Soul won´t you tell me all the pretty things you need)
I got my shopping list of love right here,
Remind me what´s the 1, 2, 3
(I´ll get your shopping list, remind you what´s the 1, 2, 3)

And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy
(And if I get you all those lovely things my working money buy)
Oh won´t you gimme some, a gimme some, gimme some of your honey pie
(ya ya ya ya ya ya ya)

Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why,
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside

Sunday morning hits, like a straight ball to the eye
I sit up and wonder why, now I wonder why,
Then I ask myself as I listen to the music, sweet music coming in from outside