What a life I have as his wife,
We both enjoy the easy life.
Eating our cherry pie,
It's our favorite pie,
He likes to hold me tight as he waits for his cherry pie.
Then we entwine as sweet pie crust laced over cherry pie.
Our life entwined.
Knowing you're mine.
He's craving another piece of my hot out of the oven cherry pie.
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