I know this may sound a bit cliché
But just look over yo-o-onder
On that windowsill, can nearly taste
A pie-ie that's been freshly-y baked
Can you hear the roaring
Of my belly? It's not sma-all
It's not my belongi-ing
Still wa-ant it all

Pie
You can smell the pastry-y, du-ude, I'm longing fo-or a-a taste
I know why
I shouldn't, but I ca-an't help myself, I can't lie
I want to try a-a little sli-ice
Of that pie-ie-ie

I just wanna sneak up to that shelf
Made from that open windo-ow
And just hover with my fingers te-e-ense
Thinking: do-o I dare di-ip low?
My gut has a longing
For what's in that cooling bo-owl
Almost hear it calli-ing
"Swallo-ow me whole"

Pie
Getting hungrier, i-it's true-ue, the more smell co-omes my-y way
Wish to dine
Upon that most forbi-idden pie, know it's not mine
Look at my eyes, you-ou know that I-I
Wa-ant that pie-ie-ie

Gotta restrai-ain myself, I know
Not steal the thing awa-a-ay
Could you he-elp me-e not screw u-up?
What do you mean "look down"? Oh bloody he-e-e-ell

It looks like I got carried away
And in a way subco-o-onsciou-ious
I took what I didn't mean to ta-a-ake
Oh well, you want a ta-a-aste?

Pie (eh-eh-eh)
We might as well dig i-in, du-ude, before it ro-ots a-away
Come, let's dine
Upon somebody e-else's pie, no reason why (reason why-y)
Now that it's mine (mine, dude)
Pie
Good thing I always ha-ave a knife in case of pie (case there's pie)
What's this I spy (with my eye-eye-eye)? Mu-ust be a lie-ie
It's grape pie-ie-ie

How did I not smell those icky grapes?