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 we'd be happy the more that we knew ?. Oh don't come a calling with "answer me" eyes. All you'll get my baby are blueberry pies. INSTRUMENTAL. But your being lovely. And your being good. Only depresses me knowing how oddly I'm behaving. Hello stranger - (The) stranger I've become - I'm 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..