Slice
Running low
I could go for something good
What you in the mood for
I don't know
Pockets kinda tight
Let's call the pizzeria
Where's the phone
Had it up to here
Nothing in the fridge
Sick of sloppy joes
So what are you waiting for?
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
If it's alright
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Oh
Running low
I could go for something good
What you in the mood for
I don't know
Pockets kinda tight
Let's call the pizzeria
Where's the phone
Have it a slice or
Have the whole pie
Even pizza rolls
Before you call
I have an idea
Sauce is poured on
Cheese sprinkled on
What toppings you want
Just no anchovies
No anchovies
Oven turned on
It's almost done
Now it's all gone
Its prob'ly the way you spin that dough
That makes it feel so
To say at the least
Your piece look good
You spoke the truth
Cooked with no glutes
So there's no yeast
You took your time with it
It got the best of me
What's your recipe?
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
If it's alright
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Oh
I could go for something good
What you in the mood for
I don't know
Pockets kinda tight
Let's call the pizzeria
Where's the phone
Had it up to here
Nothing in the fridge
Sick of sloppy joes
So what are you waiting for?
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
If it's alright
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Oh
Running low
I could go for something good
What you in the mood for
I don't know
Pockets kinda tight
Let's call the pizzeria
Where's the phone
Have it a slice or
Have the whole pie
Even pizza rolls
Before you call
I have an idea
Sauce is poured on
Cheese sprinkled on
What toppings you want
Just no anchovies
No anchovies
Oven turned on
It's almost done
Now it's all gone
Its prob'ly the way you spin that dough
That makes it feel so
To say at the least
Your piece look good
You spoke the truth
Cooked with no glutes
So there's no yeast
You took your time with it
It got the best of me
What's your recipe?
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
If it's alright
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Of your pizza
Let me get a slice
Let me get a slice
Oh
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Writer(s): Jackie Mitchell
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