Lying is killing the good things in me

Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey

My eyes shift and slide

Sure there are reasons for acting like this

But reasons are kill kill killing the everything we do

Who said we'd be happy the more that we knew ?

Oh don't come a calling with "answer me" eyes

All you'll get my baby are blueberry pies



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But your being lovely,

And your being good

Only depresses me, knowing how oddly I'm behaving

Hello stranger - (The) stranger I've become - I'm an air raid

Leaving both us orphans and four fifths afraid



So if I come begging with take me back eyes

All you have to tell me

All you have to tell me are blueberry, blueberry pies.