Pumpkin Pie Lyrics

Descartes A Kant Pumpkin Pie

And what's that mess oh, it's my dress I hope you don't find that it's wet I guess I spilt the milk again I guess I killed my precious pet

A tongue so injured has no sound That spunds so perfect I cannot come down I was not afraid but just until his twisted smile left me ill

It's designed to fit her, a kitty When she's into big birds (?) It's designed to fit her so pretty Singing to her, so sweet so high

I promised she won't be upset if we can't hurt her more than that so sorry like my silent pig I'm so harmless like the cigarette

I am so sick sad (I can't control that) You are a bad bad plan (That I adore)