(for some strange reason, I decided to change the song "Don't trust me" into "Don't trust a pie" don't ask. lol)
Brown crust, with the fruit underneath. I got the breath of the last cherry pie on my teeth. And she's a baker, but she ain't got no meat. She's got flour in the cupboard and some eggs in the fridge.
T-t-t-tongues. Always pressed to your forks. While my tongue is on the inside on some good pumpkin pie. And tell your sous chef if he says he's got treats, that I am morbidly obese and I don't want no stupid sweats.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh) she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh), she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
Flour. On the back of your hands. Wash them in the kitchen, replace it with sand. And the apples you stole from the farm have brown and dark-red bruises all over the core.
B-b-b-burns. Cover your arms. Shaking in the fingers with the whipped-cream in your palm and the worst is, no one likes burnt squid pie. It's just another food, that smells like dog puke.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh) she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh), she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
Cook girl, bake the pie. Do the Betty Crocker, and mix with a spoon.
I said Cook girl, bake the pie. Do the Betty Crocker, and mix with a spoon.
I said Cook girl, bake the pie. Do the Betty Crocker, and mix with a spoon.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh) she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh), she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
Brown crust, with the fruit underneath. I got the breath of the last cherry pie on my teeth. And she's a baker, but she ain't got no meat. She's got flour in the cupboard and some eggs in the fridge.
T-t-t-tongues. Always pressed to your forks. While my tongue is on the inside on some good pumpkin pie. And tell your sous chef if he says he's got treats, that I am morbidly obese and I don't want no stupid sweats.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh) she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh), she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
Flour. On the back of your hands. Wash them in the kitchen, replace it with sand. And the apples you stole from the farm have brown and dark-red bruises all over the core.
B-b-b-burns. Cover your arms. Shaking in the fingers with the whipped-cream in your palm and the worst is, no one likes burnt squid pie. It's just another food, that smells like dog puke.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh) she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh), she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
Cook girl, bake the pie. Do the Betty Crocker, and mix with a spoon.
I said Cook girl, bake the pie. Do the Betty Crocker, and mix with a spoon.
I said Cook girl, bake the pie. Do the Betty Crocker, and mix with a spoon.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh) she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
She wants to bake me (woa-oh), she wants to eat me (woa-oh), she'll never get me (woa-oh, woa-oh-oh-oh) Don't trust a pie, never trust a pie, I won't trust a pie, they'll eat me.
