Lyrics Pumpkin Pie - Descartes A Kant

Pumpkin Pie

And what’s that mess?
Oh, it’s my dress
I hope you don’t find that it’s wet
I guess I spilled the milk again
I guess I kill my precious pet
Oh Ouh
A tongue so injured, has no sound
That sound so perfect, I cannoy cum dowm.
I was not afraid but just until,
his twisted smile left me ill.
It’s designed to feed hear a kitty
when she’s into big birds.
Cause it’s designed to sing to her so pretty.
Singing to her, makes her scream so hard.
I romise she won’t be upset
If we can hurt her more than that.
So sorry like my silent pig,
and so harmless like the cigarette skin.
I am so sick sad
I can’t control that.
You are a bad, bad plan
But i adore that.
I am so sick and sad…