Shoo Fly Pie
Every summer she rolls in
From East Michigan
To spend a little time with her grandma in the south
And I cannot wait
To get that first taste
Of sweet molasses candy crust
She's soft as butter to the touch
She's hotter than a July sun ray
Legs longer than a month of Sundays
Honeysuckle ain't got nothin' on her kind of homemade lovin'
The sugar from her lips is gonna
Make you wanna slap your mama
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly pie
Her fingertips, are drawin' hearts on my chest
Every second gettin' better
She wants to, I think I'll let her
She's hotter than a July sun ray
Legs longer than a month of Sundays
Honeysuckle ain't got nothin' on her kind of homemade lovin'
The sugar from her lips is gonna
Make you wanna slap your mama
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly pie
She's hotter than a July sun ray (my my, oh my)
Legs longer than a month of Sundays (my my, oh my)
She's hotter than a July sun ray (my my, oh my)
Legs longer than a month of Sundays (my my, oh my)
She's hotter than a July sun ray
Legs longer than a month of Sundays
Honeysuckle ain't got nothin' on her kind of homemade lovin'
The sugar from her lips is gonna
Make you wanna slap your mama
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly yeah
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly pie
Shoo fly pie
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm, mmm
From East Michigan
To spend a little time with her grandma in the south
And I cannot wait
To get that first taste
Of sweet molasses candy crust
She's soft as butter to the touch
She's hotter than a July sun ray
Legs longer than a month of Sundays
Honeysuckle ain't got nothin' on her kind of homemade lovin'
The sugar from her lips is gonna
Make you wanna slap your mama
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly pie
Her fingertips, are drawin' hearts on my chest
Every second gettin' better
She wants to, I think I'll let her
She's hotter than a July sun ray
Legs longer than a month of Sundays
Honeysuckle ain't got nothin' on her kind of homemade lovin'
The sugar from her lips is gonna
Make you wanna slap your mama
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly pie
She's hotter than a July sun ray (my my, oh my)
Legs longer than a month of Sundays (my my, oh my)
She's hotter than a July sun ray (my my, oh my)
Legs longer than a month of Sundays (my my, oh my)
She's hotter than a July sun ray
Legs longer than a month of Sundays
Honeysuckle ain't got nothin' on her kind of homemade lovin'
The sugar from her lips is gonna
Make you wanna slap your mama
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly yeah
My my, oh my, sweeter than shoo fly, shoo fly pie
Shoo fly pie
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm, mmm
Credits
Writer(s): Gordie Sampson, Phil O'donnell, Tim Gates
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