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It's not far
I can walk
Down the block
To TableTalk
Close my eyes
Make the pies all day
I stick a cap
On my hair
I used to mind
Now I don't care
I used to mind
Now I don't care
'Cause I'm Gray
Did I show you this picture of my nephew
Taken at his big birthday suprise
At my sister's house last Sunday
This is Monday and we're making pies
I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Aaa...
Thursday nights
I go and type
Down at the church
With Father Mike
It gets me out
And he ain't hard to like
At all
Jesus stares at me
In my chair
With his big blue eyes
And his honey brown hair
And he's looking at me
Way up here
On the wall
Did I show you this picture of my sweethart
Taken of us before the war
Of the Greek and his Italian girl
One Sunday at the shore
We tied our ribbons to the fire escape
They were taken by the birds
Who flew home to the country
As the bombs rained on the world
Five Am
Here I am
Walking on the block
To TableTalk
You colud cry or die
Or just make pies all day
I'm making pies
I'm making pies
Oh, I'm making pies
Making pies
Pies
Pies...
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