Although I want so much to please every man
By giving them the very best pie I can,
I hope the Lord forgives the times
When in my recipes and in my rhymes
I choose to add more moisture to my pan.
Sometimes, I go moist.
It doesn't mean I'm bad
My pie will make you glad
In fact it has made many folk rejoice.
What goes inside is pleasing,
I don't want to seem I'm teasing
But it makes me want to offer you a choice.
Slippery, like butter, as I mold it in my hands
Texture is important to most men.
So please, judge me not when my pie, steaming hot
Is still glistening with moisture when I bring it to your den
For sometimes, I go moist.
By giving them the very best pie I can,
I hope the Lord forgives the times
When in my recipes and in my rhymes
I choose to add more moisture to my pan.
Sometimes, I go moist.
It doesn't mean I'm bad
My pie will make you glad
In fact it has made many folk rejoice.
What goes inside is pleasing,
I don't want to seem I'm teasing
But it makes me want to offer you a choice.
Slippery, like butter, as I mold it in my hands
Texture is important to most men.
So please, judge me not when my pie, steaming hot
Is still glistening with moisture when I bring it to your den
For sometimes, I go moist.
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