Pumpkin Pie

You hate to hear the news; I listen to it everyday. I see the world through rose-colored glasses, & your favorite color is grey. I like my coffee cold; you like yours piping hot. A sip of whisky's good for me; for you, the bottle hits the spot. Oh, our puzzle pieces they don't fit, But we got something that just won't quit. What makes my eyes fill... up with you, Is that I'm not like you & that's why I love you. I come from up above and you, you from down below. You're always moving fast while I like to take things slow. We both come from different homes, but our paths have crossed into one. Might as well love one another while we're both still under this sun. Oh, our puzzle pieces they don't fit, But we got something that just won't quit. What makes my eyes fill... up with you, Is that I'm not like you & that's why I love you. Oh, we don't mash up like pumpkin & pie, But you're the apple of my eye. Baby, baby, I'm sweeter on you than icing on a cake, So don't you let my poor heart break. I said don't you let my poor heart break. Oh baby don't, you let my, my poor heart break.