Texty: The Jezabels. A Little Piece.

There's a cold, easy glow, dancing over our street.
I could of chased you down,
I could of held your love,
But wouldn't you think me weak?

Of All I should know,
How the streets come and go,
You chased the kaleidoscope dream.

Stranger, baby, always keep me in your sweet memory.

A biting cold, thrash and scold, and
Drown me under our street.
Perfect hips, perfect hips, she was
Perfect lips, pieces of your heart, splattered on the cliff.

We go home, watch a movie,
Tell me can you feel the beat?
Getting worse, getting worse, she was
Letting those feeling loose, she was becoming a monster.

She drew the line in the mind,
She was me; holding on.

Look at me, through the sea, I'm in love, hold me tight,
There you got it.
And did you find, that you like, A little piece, of cherry pie,
Hot from the oven.

The oven.

And it was you who let the girl out (let the dog in),
Let the girl out, don't you miss me the way I miss you.
Sailor, sailor, sailor, I'm sending the birds to watch over you.

What you see, how did we, use to love, hold me tight,
There, you got it.
And all you need, honestly, a little piece, of cherry pie,
Hot from the oven.

On your knees, face me, cherry pie, baby.
On your knees, face me, cherry pie, baby.