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 wed be happy the more that we knew ?
Oh dont come a calling with answer me eyes
All youll get my baby are blueberry pies

Instrumental

But your being lovely,
And your being good
Only depresses me, knowing how oddly Im behaving
Hello stranger - (the) stranger Ive become - Im 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.