Peach Pie

Every night when supper’s done, table’s clear, we did the washing up
That’s when you propose that we have something sweet
Well I don’t want cake or baked Alaska, or butter biscuits with fresh molasses,
I only want your secret recipe

Peach pie, peach pie
I'll love it 'til I die
and no one makes it quite the way you do
Peach pie, peach pie
Like a Sunday in July
I only wanna have peach pie with you

I come home on Friday night, hoping to get on your good side
and that's any side you care to show to me
You cook pretty good with your apron on, and you cook even better when it's gone
And you serve up your special delicacy

Peach pie, peach pie
I'll love it 'til I die
and no one makes it quite the way you do
Peach pie, peach pie
Like a Sunday in July
I only wanna have peach pie with you

Whether we're eating in
or whether we’re eating out
Even half a slice
and I’m living on a cloud

Peach pie, peach pie
I'll love it 'til I die
and no one makes it quite the way you do
Peach pie, peach pie
Like a Sunday in July
I only wanna have peach pie with you