little pie? Baby don't you cry Gonna make a pie Gonna make a pie with a heart in the middle Baby don't be blue Gonna make for you Gonna make a pie
dry Purple teardrops I cry It don't have a price Loving you is cherry pie 'Cause you know that, baby, I I'm your biggest fan I'll follow you until you
feel this Feel this way forever You could plan a pretty picnic (You could plan a pretty picnic) But you can't predict the weather, Ms. Jackson (But you can't
Don't you ever go Don't you ever go Ooo, don't go So beautiful You, you, you, you You, you, you, you You, you, you, you You, you, you, you Oo, oh, ahh
Don't talk about commitment don't talk about it here don't talk about the russians don't mention your fears don't talk about the black man don't talk
just real happy. Aw, c'mon. that's no reason to cry. (hey, honey, if you don't like cheesecake, how's about some pie? ) I don't know how you'll feel
songs He says, "Come on, baby, won't you dance with me? Come on, mama, can't you see? We can make our troubles fly away" Come on, baby, let's don't
my trouser press I got the toots, baby, you got the fruits Fruit got the loot, lady, you got the boots Don't be a mook, don't get the spook Don't be a cry baby
you gon' do to niggaz When the hammers drawn, you fold up and hoo-koo nigga This ain't no song, dog I will do you niggaz Don't none of y'all want it with
can stop the rain, yeah Chorus Oh beautiful one... Don't you ever go, don't you go... Chorus Oh beautiful one Don't you ever go, don't you ever go
So who you placin the blame on, you keep on singin the same song Let bygones be bygones, you can go on and get the hell on You and your mama [Chorus] -
the bottom of scrapers sky high, blue fly snatchin the show like a mag teen mag pie a bye bye baby child don?t cry cos the liquids on a swish as i dish
press, I got the toots baby you got the fruits, Fruit got the loot lady you got the boots, Don't be a mook don't get the spook, Don't be a cry baby I
