So, you know I'm coming,
well, there's no excuse.
Fire up the stove
can't you?
I got no real preference
for sponge or heavy fruit.
Just add that sugar
mommy.
I'll knock hard just twice,
like the postman rang -
see what's laid on the
table.
I read all your letters
and one from a friend.
Who was slicing
your pie?
I'll know when you kiss me
if you baked for me.
When you kiss me
deadly.
Comments
threeleafshamrock | September 13, 2009 - 18:05
Like the ingredients ;)
tcook | September 15, 2009 - 09:12
I really like this - but I find the one verse just doesn't fit - it's the lines:
pull those skirts down
by law
that just seem to throw the whole thing.
Love the song!
Ewan | September 15, 2009 - 10:10
Yes, you're right. The last three words are really no more than dum-de-dum. I've been thinking about this for the last few days, but I'm afraid there's not much creativity between the ears at the moment.