Bad Baby Pie

I heard you reserved a silver table
 To outrun the Florida June
 I heard you reserved a silver table
 Where you planned to cut me loose
 Was it the cutlery
 Or your first look at me
 That sent you hurdling home
 Without your clothes on?
 Though you had every right to choose it
 I'm so glad you didn't do it
 I'll make it worth every sleepless night
 I'll make it worth every last bite
 Of that bad baby pie
 Of that bad baby pie
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 You ordered me a salted water
 Fed your heels into the grooves
 I was still undercooked and you
 Could hardly feed yourself
 Was it the cutlery
 Or your first look at me
 That sent you hurdling home
 Without your clothes on?
 Though you had every right to choose it
 I'm so glad you didn't do it
 I'll make it worth every sleepless night
 I'll make it worth every last bite
 Of that bad baby pie
 Of that bad baby pie
 You must have been leaning
 I must have been beaming
 You must have been leaning
 I must have been beaming
 Was it the cutlery
 Or your first look at me
 That sent you hurdling home
 Without your clothes on?
 Though you had every right to choose it
 I'm so glad you didn't do it
 I'll make it worth every sleepless night
 I'll make it worth every last bite
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 Of that bad baby pie
 Of that bad baby pie
 Of that bad baby pie
 Of that bad baby pie