A Piece of the Pie

Once you were known on sundays as the boy that hates the pie
And next the world will trade you in
But maybe that's a lie
'Cause I am the one that made you
And baby I'm not crying every day
I'm even laughing - it's okay

And somebody has mailed the world
Let me show you the reply
Take away the plummers and the Holidays on Ice
And share the change of bones
Be kind to all my stones
You'll know what I have always known
The travel lets you go
Where?

On sunday life is left to us
I know the rain should make it worse
But then I find I'm still the boy
To whom my mom said be sure to enjoy
Your piece of the pie



Credits
Writer(s): Martijn Koek
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