Fall, fall, the pouring rain
Stain in the middle and you feel each grain
You call, call, you call my name
I don't answer, Sugarpie I'm not the same
Fire, fire, the fires inside
First I was a widow; how can I be a bride?
Well, I'm a liar, liar, I said it before
Won't be rocking babies on your wooden floor
I just feel that
I don't give what you give me
I just feel that
Cream got coffee, sugar got tea, butter got bread
But lover, you best find better than me
Rain, rain, dontcha go away
Come, come again, I beg you stay
Well, cry, cry, have pity on me
Bury this dread, this fire in your flood prithee
I just feel that
I don't give what you give me
I just feel that
Cream got coffee, sugar got tea, butter got bread
But lover, you best find better than me
Well, fall, fall, the pouring rain
Stand in the middle and you feel each grain
And you call, call, you call my name
But I don't answer, cause Sugarpie I'm not the same
