Lyrics
I heard you reserved a silver table
I heard that you reserved a silver table
To outrun the Florida June
To escape the heat of Florida in June
I heard you reserved a silver table
I heard that you reserved a silver table
Where you planned to cut me loose
Where you intended to end our relationship
Was it the cutlery
Was it the cutlery or your first impression of me?
Or your first look at me
That caused you to rush back home
That sent you hurdling home
Without your clothes on?
Without your clothes on?
Though you had every right to choose it
Even though you had every right to end it
I'm so glad you didn't do it
I'm grateful you chose not to
I'll make it worth every sleepless night
I promise to make our relationship worthwhile
I'll make it worth every last bite
I promise to make every moment valuable
Of that bad baby pie
Referring to a metaphorical "bad baby pie"
Of that bad baby pie
Reiteration of the metaphorical "bad baby pie"
You ordered me a salted water
You ordered water with salt for me
Fed your heels into the grooves
You dug your heels into our relationship
I was still undercooked and you
I was still inexperienced, and you struggled
Could hardly feed yourself
You could barely take care of yourself
Was it the cutlery
Was it the cutlery or your first impression of me?
Or your first look at me
That caused you to hurry back home
That sent you hurdling home
Without your clothes on?
Without your clothes on?
Though you had every right to choose it
Even though you had every right to end it
I'm so glad you didn't do it
I'm grateful you chose not to
I'll make it worth every sleepless night
I promise to make our relationship worthwhile
I'll make it worth every last bite
I promise to make every moment valuable
Of that bad baby pie
Referring to a metaphorical "bad baby pie"
Of that bad baby pie
Reiteration of the metaphorical "bad baby pie"
You must have been leaning
You must have been leaning emotionally
I must have been beaming
I must have been radiating happiness
You must have been leaning
You must have been leaning emotionally
I must have been beaming
I must have been radiating happiness
Was it the cutlery
Was it the cutlery or your first impression of me?
Or your first look at me
That caused you to rush back home
That sent you hurdling home
Without your clothes on?
Without your clothes on?
Though you had every right to choose it
Even though you had every right to end it
I'm so glad you didn't do it
I'm grateful you chose not to
I'll make it worth every sleepless night
I promise to make our relationship worthwhile
I'll make it worth every last bite
I promise to make every moment valuable
Of that bad baby pie
Referring to a metaphorical "bad baby pie"
Of that bad baby pie
Reiteration of the metaphorical "bad baby pie"
Of that bad baby pie
-Of that bad baby pie
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