Well now… You brought the peaches. Guess that makes me responsible for dessert. You came in carryin’ peaches Sun-warm, soft and sweet Set that basket on the counter Like temptation at my feet Said, “Think you know what to do?” With that four-eyed little grin Honey, give me half a minute I’ll know exactly where to begin I’ll roll the dough out nice and slow Keep everything just right If you’re hungry for a cobbler I can keep you fed all night You point I’ll fetch You ask I’ll bring Whatever little craving Makes your pretty heart sing Tell me what you’re cravin’, baby Peach or pie or something sweet I’ll put everything I’ve got Right there within your reach If you want another helping You don’t even have to plead Just lean back and tell me, darlin’ Whatever you want I’ll feed Now I’ve always liked a peach With a little extra round Something soft enough to squeeze When nobody else’s around And a pie needs proper filling Or it simply isn’t right You can’t rush good Southern cookin’ You gotta treat that crust just right Little sugar on the top Little butter underneath And if you tell me, “more, sweetheart” I’ll happily oblige your needs You choose I’ll make You taste I’ll wait I’m learnin’ there’s a certain joy In lettin’ someone else dictate Tell me what you’re cravin’, baby Peach or pie or something sweet I’ll put everything I’ve got Right there within your reach If you want another helping Honey, take as much as you need Just look me in the eyes and tell me Exactly how you want it served to thee Maybe I spent too many years Decidin’ every little thing Maybe there’s a sweeter pleasure In hearin’ somebody else say “Bring it here.” …Yes, ma’am. You can have the bigger slice You can have the crispy edge You can have the spoon I’m holding While I’m perched here on the ledge You can call it peach cobbler You can call it homemade pie But the way you look while askin’ Makes it hard to wonder why If your appetite keeps growin’ I’ll keep findin’ what you need There’s a satisfaction, darlin’ In becoming useful greed Tell me what you’re cravin’, baby Peach or pie or something sweet If your appetite gets wicked I’ll still bring it to your seat Want the crust? Want the filling? Want the peach with extra cheek? Just give me that look, darlin’ And you won’t have to repeat You brought the peaches. I brought the pie. You brought the appetite. Guess I know my job.
