How long you been workin' here? What do you know about that? Its been thirty years or so Since I bothered lookin' back It was right in front of me But now I'm runnin' behind To get my butt caught up, well, I need a cup Of the nastiest shit you can find So how bad's the coffee, how good's the pie? If you call me honey, honey, I'm gonna cry A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt You cut my bitter with your sweet talk I don't want no cappuccino A whole lotta latte won't get me through I got an iron will and a gut like a still I could use a stronger brew One eye doubles my eyesight So things don't look half bad Be twice as good, honey if i could Even make you a little bit mad So how bad's the coffee, oh, how good's the pie? If you call me, honey, honey, I'm gonna cry A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt You cut my bitter with your sweet talk I would call you an angel But honey, you'd know better than that Just a trucker's dream whit a coconut cream And a nasty old cup of black Not a word about faded glory Not a trace of bitterness You leave irony to the likes of me 'Cause we don't share your finesse So how bad's the coffee, oh, how good's the pie? If you call me, honey, honey, I'm gonna cry A whole lot of sugar, a little pinch of salt Oh, you cut my bitter with your sweet talk Oh, you cut my bitter with your sweet talk Oh, you cut my blue with your sweet talk You cut my bitter with your sweet talk © CAREERS-BMG MUSIC PUBLISHING INC; OVAL TRACK TUNES; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com