| Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie
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| You’re my Petootie, sugar fruity, dreamy pie
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| I crave and cram your special jam
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| You underrated, solidated superman
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| And every gal who passes
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| Just looks and hollers 'ooh'
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| Like flies caught in molasses
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| They all get stuck on you
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| Petootie Pie, Petootie Pie
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| You’re such a tasty hunk of pastry, me oh my
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| Gotta light the oven, gonna cook a dish of lovin'
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| So kiss me, oh my Petootie Pie
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| You’re my, my, my Petootie Pie
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| We’ll count to seven
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| One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
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| Then steal away to Heaven
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| Come on darling, let’s go
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| So kiss me, ah, and kiss me
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| What, again?
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| So kiss me, oh my Petootie Pie
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| You’re my Petootie Pie |