The Little Pie Blues

You're my favorite little pie on the window sill
You're my favorite little pie on the window sill
One taste of you would be my fill

In the evening, when the clouds seem to sigh
In the evening, when the clouds seem to sigh
I'm easy to satisfy

Rhubarb, pecan, pumpkin, apple or peach
Don't matter to me what you preach
Strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, one of each
With a cup of tea always in reach
Come out of that oven, I'll be the breeze that you seek

You're my favorite little pie on the window sill
You're my favorite little pie on the window sill
One taste of you would be my fill

Rhubarb, pecan, pumpkin, apple or peach
Don't matter to me what you preach
Strawberry, blueberry, raspberry, one of each
With a cup of tea always in reach
Come out of that oven, I'll be the breeze that you seek



Credits
Writer(s): John Fonseca Fatum
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