Lemon Meringue Pie

Pulled into town about a quarter to three
Singing songs from Spain at the top of my lungs
She said «hey baby» when she saw it was me
I was looking for her, she was looking for fun
Dancing in the kitchen with a wooden spoon
I couldn’t see what she was making from the other side of the room
I took a step inside and made myself a part of that night
Derrick came home and we played guitar
Sam-I-am and star you are
She said «you always got to read the box but you always got to read me right»
We made some lemon meringue pie
It sucked but anyway I would make it with you again, any time
We ate your lemon meringue pie
I suppose that I shouldn’t lie, it’s the only reason I came by tonight
Listen in a room to a song about shame
You let me in on every little thing
Playing with the words on the tip of my tongue
Ain’t all I can do with the tip of my tongue
Licking the lemon filling as it drips down the long neck of my beer
Everyone was laughing and you just smiled from ear to ear
And said «always got to read the box but you always got to read me right»
Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars
Let me see what spring would be like with you in my arms
She said «you always got to read the box but you always got to read me right»