Texty:
Humble Pie I Wonder

Sometimes I sit here in this chair And I wonder I said, I wonder, oh, where can you be This dark and lonely night I wonder if you're holdin' I wonder

arrogant, I wonder why, If your skills matched your ego you'd be eating humble pie, Your rhymes are more average than your girlfriend's looks, And with a face like that, I

I feel my life Is slipping by at such a speed Things I knew have gone and those I loved I look for granted and deceived Call me anything you will I'll

Spain (now I eat humble pie) Oh... my unspeakable wife, Queen Lisa (now I eat humble pie) I'm telling you I was the King of Spain (now I eat humble pie

is burning, she bends to pick them Bake a delicious pie For our aching stomachs we delight Sorrow came in floods this April With our reason humble warning

philosophy In a dumpster sitting by The kitchen door There's plenty leek and humble pie Ain't too much ham on rye Sometimes I wonder What I'm looking

love, I swallow Shame, she is life, I feel no pain, we are Death, I spill my grief, we are done, I show My teeth, it is cold, I'm incomplete, it is Dark

Or philosophy In a dumpster sitting by The kitchen door There's plenty leek and humble pie Ain't too much ham on rye Sometimes I wonder What I'm looking