Torres - Bad Baby Pie lyrics

[Verse 1] I heard you reserved a silver table To outrun the Florida June I heard you reserved a silver table Where you planned to cut me loose [Pre-Chorus] Was it the cutlery Or your first look at me That sent you hurdling home Without your clothes on? [Chorus] Though you had every right to choose it I’m so glad you didn’t do it I’ll make it worth every sleepless night I’ll make it worth every last bite Of that bad baby pie Of that bad baby pie [Veerse 2] You ordered me a salted water Fed your heels into the grooves I was still undercooked and you Could hardly feed yourself [Pre-Chorus] Was it the cutlery Or your first look at me That sent you hurdling home Without your clothes on? [Chorus] Though you had every right to choose it I’m so glad you didn’t do it I’ll make it worth every sleepless night I’ll make it worth every last bite Of that bad baby pie Of that bad baby pie [Bridge] You must have been leaning I must have been beaming You must have been leaning I must have been beaming [Pre-Chorus] Was it the cutlery Or your first look at me That sent you hurdling home Without your clothes on? [Chorus] Though you had every right to choose it I’m so glad you didn’t do it I’ll make it worth every sleepless night I’ll make it worth every last bite Of that bad baby pie Of that bad baby pie Of that bad baby pie Of that bad baby pie