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PUMPKIN

Punkin', sure like to taste your punkin' pie
Punkin', sure like to taste your punkin' pie
Lord knows that I got milk a-plenty
Wash it down if it gets dry

First time I seen you coming,
It kind of took me by surprise
I said, first time I seen your punkin' head
Kind of took me by surprise
But I swear I wasn't staring, mama.
It's just my eyes was paralyzed

Your head's so big and round
Your neck's collapsin from the strain
Got a tangerine complexion
Got water on the brain
Your nutmeg scented kisses
And your cinnamony skin
I'm cardiac arrested.
Can't you see the shape I'm in?

If I can't have you, punkin,
Gonna lay down and die.
(Lord, Lord. Lordy, lord.)
Look out your kitchen window.
Don't'cha shoo me away.
(Out of my gourd. I'm out of my gourd.)
I need you from Thanksgiving to the fourth of July.
(Horn o'plenty, Horn o'plenty.)
We'll go our separate ways come Independence Day

It ain't love I'm talkin' bout.
This punkin' jones done wore me out.

The blues is like voodoo,
Can raise you up or strike you dead
I said, the blues just like voodoo
Raise you up or strike you dead
The same is true for you, too,
My double-whammy mammy, punkin head

Well, I said I'd meet your family.
I knew there had to be a catch.
Yes, I said I'd meet your family
Knew there had to be a catch
They strung me up at the reunion
Like a scarecrow in a jack o'lantern patch

I think I'm slick but I can't slide.
Coz my eyes go wide. I forget my pride
My mouth gapes open like a fool.
I sputter, stutter, spaz and drool
When you bent down
To lace your buster browns
It gave me grief
My nose bled and my face got redder
Than an autumn leaf

Can't hide from me,
I can see right through stone
(God Amighty. Lord God Amighty.)
I'm holdin you in mind
Just like a match holds a flame.
(Ignite me. Girl, you ignite me.)
I gnaw your midnight memory
Like a dog gnaws a bone
(Slim pickens. Ain't that slim pickens?)
Are you really tryin to kill me
Or just playin a game?

You got to be my Harvest Queen.
I'll take you out for Halloween!

Punkin', sure like to taste your punkin' pie
Punkin', sure like to taste your punkin' pie
Lord knows that I got milk a-plenty
Wash it down if it gets dry.


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