YOU CAN'T MAKE ME PIE

 

You know I caught her sneaking by my kitchen,

she comin' by to try to sell a slice.

She said, "I caught you sneakin peeks and wishin

for a taste of something nice."

 

She got a barrel full of fruit that's tasty

a little treasure chest of secret spice,

"So won't a fella let a lady bake him

a piece of paradise."

 

 

O, what's a boy to do when he has a heart that's true?

He say, "Hot damn, I should thank ya m'am

but you better roll on through.

I done got a slice of paradise, 

so honey this is our goodbye.

Go pack your sweets and hit the street,

Sugar, you can't make me pie." 

 

 

You know I heard her singin by my window,

she got the jingle-jangle to her voice,

she said, "I heard about the things you've been through,

so I brought you something….

 

….your girl is elementary at baking,

and I know everybody's got a price.

So won't a fella let a lady take him,

bite by bite, to paradise."  

 

O, what's a boy to do when he has a heart that's true?

He say, "Hot damn, I should thank ya m'am

but you better roll on through.

I done got a slice, now I told ya twice,

So, honey, this is our goodbye.

Go pack your sweets and hit the streets,

Sugar, you can't make me pie."