[Verse 1] Oh, darling, I baked you a pie, With just a pinch of alibi. I’ll smile sweet, the world won’t know, The chaos brewing down below. [Chorus] I’ll let the air out of your tires, I’ll set your whole apartment on fire. I’ll tell your job you’re into kids, 'Cause I’m so good at my little fibs. Everyone will believe me, They just perceive me As a good small-town girl. [Verse 2] I brought you coffee, black and bold, While secrets simmer, ice-cold. You’ll think I’m sugar, soft and neat, But I’ve got daggers in my deceit. [Chorus] I’ll let the air out of your tires, I’ll set your whole apartment on fire. I’ll tell your job you’re into kids, 'Cause I’m so good at my little fibs. Everyone will believe me, They just perceive me As a good small-town girl. [Bridge] I’m cherry pie, with a razor crust, A little too sweet to ever distrust. I’ll leave a trail of perfectly placed lies, With innocence gleaming in my eyes. [Chorus] I’ll let the air out of your tires, I’ll set your whole apartment on fire. I’ll tell your job you’re into kids, 'Cause I’m so good at my little fibs. Everyone will believe me, They just perceive me As a good small-town girl.
