Lying is killing the good things in me Ask me what the time is baby, ask me honey My eyes shift and slide Sure there are reasons for acting like this But reasons are kill kill killing the everything we do Who said we'd be happy the more that we knew ? Oh don't come a calling with "answer me" eyes All you'll get my baby are blueberry pies INSTRUMENTAL But your being lovely, And your being good Only depresses me, knowing how oddly I'm behaving Hello stranger - (The) stranger I've become - I'm an air raid Leaving both us orphans and four fifths afraid So if I come begging with take me back eyes All you have to tell me All you have to tell me are blueberry, blueberry pies.