Jill Scott

Honey molasses, ebony majestry
Chocolate brown sugar, sweet epiphany
I waited for your call but you chose not to call me
I wondered what happened
Were you inside a safe space and too I wondered
Were you thinking about me and if you were
Why was I feeling so lonely
By the phone, alone to the bone
Although the night before you were in my home my body my dome
In a circle of passion we Paris Italy Japan Africa Rome
We made music, we tromboned
It was magic the way it happened
Pure electricity
I felt so excited and afraid at the same time
I don 't know whether to sing or to rhyme
Call me
Honey molasses, ebony majestry
Chocolate brown sugar, sweet epiphany

Hi....um...I was calling...I...last night was....last night was....um...
Look...just don't...just don't be afraid ok...alright...I hope you call me back...and
...I'll talk to you then....I..I.. hello!...hello...hello....hello