| Papa slowly sips his wine.
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| (Mama, Sugar, Papa wants a piece of pie)
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| He’s gonna take his precious time.
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| (Though the dark of the hazy night)
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| She’s feelin' oh-so-fine.
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| (Mama, Sugar, Papa wants a piece of pie)
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| So take it slow, through the dark of the hazy night.
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| And then she calls to him
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| (I'll roll my rolling pin!)
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| He hopes she’s gonna take a risk
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| (Oh no I’m gonna whip my whisk!)
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| He makes his move
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| She lookin' so good and she starts to spoon
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| It’s just a piece of
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| Just a piece of pie
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| And she cook it mightly nice.
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| Just a piece of pie
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| Mama wants her sugar with a big ol' bite!
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| Just a piece of pie
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| And she cook it mightly nice.
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| Just a piece of pie
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| Mama wants her sugar with a big ol' bite!
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| Mama, Sugar, Papa wants a piece of pie.
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| Mama, Sugar, Papa wants a piece of pie
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| And if she calls to him
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| (I'll roll my rolling pin!)
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| He hopes she’s gonna take a risk
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| (Oh no I’m gonna whip my whisk!)
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| He makes his move
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| She lookin' so good and she starts to spoon
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| It’s just a piece of
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| Just a piece of pie
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| And she cook it mighty nice
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| Just a piece of pie
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| Mama wants her sugar with a big ol' bite!
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| Just a piece of pie
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| And she cook it mightly nice.
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| Just a piece of pie
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| Mama wants her sugar with a big ol' bite!
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| Just a piece of pie
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| Just a big ol' bite
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| And then he turns to say
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| (Stop ya' messin' around, come and make my day)
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| Then Mother throws her apron down
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| (Your tasty pastries are golden brown!)
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| He makes his move
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| She lookin' so good and she starts to spoon
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| It’s just a piece of
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| Just a piece of pie
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| And she cook it mightly nice.
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| Just a piece of pie
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| Mama wants her sugar with a big ol' bite!
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| Just a piece of pie
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| And she cook it mightly nice.
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| Just a piece of pie
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| Mama wants her sugar with a big ol' bite!
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| Mama wants her sugar with a big ol' bite! |