::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 with a heart in the middle

gonna be a pie from the heaven above

gonna be filled with strawberry love

baby don’t you cry

gonna make a pie

hold you forever

in the middle of my heart.::

find your fashion pie, and only bake it with someone that lets you lick the batter spoon.

and leaves the last slice for you.

and gives you forkfuls between kisses (!)

and lights your oven.

and fills it with the topping of your choice-- strawberry, cherry, rhubarb, oh my!

and says, forget pie. let's eat popcorn instead.

wait, what was i talking about...?

love, style, and logic tend to meander. it's tastier that way.