Pieing Me Softly
(song: Killing Me Softly, Roberta Flack lyrics)
(with apologies to Charles Fox and Norman Kimbel)

(chorus)
Strumming my heartstrings by pieing
Giving me thrills with his throws
Pieing me softly with his hands
Pieing me softly with his hands
Charging my whole bod, with his throws
Pieing me softly with his hands

I heard he threw a good pie
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him to watch him for awhile
And there he was, this young man
A stranger to my eyes

(chorus)

I felt all flushed with fever
Excited by the crowd
I felt he knew my rapture and pied me to the clouds
I prayed that he would not stop
And he kept right on

(chorus)

He pied as if he knew me
In all my deep desire
And then he looked right at me as if to light a fire
And he kept on pieing
Smooshing soft and sure

(chorus)

(chorus, but omit "softly with his hands")

He was strumming my heartstrings
Yeah, he was giving me thrills
Pieing me softly with his hands
Pieing me softly with his hands
Charging my whole bod, with his throws
Pieing me softly with his hands