Pie Eye, my Lyrics

Sleepy and at fault, could use finishing salt

My make up foundation is powdered malt

The space heater is actually less cool than it sounds

That's the idea bud

Grand finale but only a third through

My jaw is too sore to effectively chew

But this tune won't slobber all over itself

I don't have any vocaloids

You simply start with a simple syrup base

Then apply the graham crackers directly on your face

Coconut cream brushed under each eye

Adhere to the one true way to become a pie

But if we're on the sly visit the frozen aisle

Just don't ask for directions from Kyle

Good style, but doesn't know his left from right

Horatio Caine enduring a similar plight

To the seasonal crane and also Calliegh Ducane

I want more physical GBA games

The flash cart makes that a silly endeavor

Grander finale cause we're nearing the end

Ghostly voice is telling me to go full send

I'm already doing all I can