It's not far I can walk Down the block To TableTalk Close my eyes Make the pies all day
I stick a cap On my hair I used to mind Now I don't care I used to mind Now I don't care 'Cause I'm Gray
Did I show you this picture of my nephew Taken at his big birthday suprise At my sister's house last Sunday This is Monday and we're making pies I'm making pies I'm making pies Aaa...
Thursday nights I go and type Down at the church With Father Mike It gets me out And he ain't hard to like At all
Jesus stares at me In my chair With his big blue eyes And his honey brown hair And he's looking at me Way up here On the wall
Did I show you this picture of my sweethart Taken of us before the war Of the Greek and his Italian girl One Sunday at the shore
We tied our ribbons to the fire escape They were taken by the birds Who flew home to the country As the bombs rained on the world
Five Am Here I am Walking on the block To TableTalk You colud cry or die Or just make pies all day I'm making pies I'm making pies Oh, I'm making pies Making pies Pies Pies...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
