Food cares and understands why,
When my stomach roars, I just wanna cry.
So stop messin’ ’round and hand me that pie –
It’s about to go down…that ain’t no lie.
Food knows and fills all my needs,
For that piece of pie, I’d get on my knees.
It’s a partnership that’ll last ’til I die.
Oh how I love you, you sweet piece of pie!
Food cares, when I feel down.
It picks me up and turns my day around,
But when the pain comes and help can’t be found,
I get some Blue Bell and go to town!