Flaming Pie
(Paul McCartney)
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          Makin' love underneath the bed 
          Shooting stars from a purple sky 
          I don't care how I do it. 
          I'm the man on the flaming pie 

          Stick my tongue out and lick my nose 
          Tuck my shirt in and zip my fly 
          Go ahead, have a vision. 
          I'm the man on the flaming pie 

          Everything I do has a simple explanation. 
          When I'm with you, you could do with a vacation 
          I took my brains out and stretched ‘em on a rack 
          Now I'm not so sure I'm gonna get 'em back 

          Cut my toes off to spite my feet. 
          I don't know whether to laugh or cry 
          Never mind, check my rhythm. 
          I'm the man on the flaming pie 

          I'm the man on the flaming pie 
          Now everything I do has a simple explanation 
          When I'm with you, you could do with a vacation. 
          I took my brains out and stretched ‘em on the rack. 
          Now I'm not too sure I'm gonna to get 'em back. 





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