cold a cold cold sweat a cold cold heart you bet crack the looking glass broken pieces from my past down skin and bones on the road no home hungry the grip is tight just a victim of the night i want you want to taste it better on top i just want a piece of the pie ooh the cream starts to rise don t make me cry for a piece of the pie hard hard to get little teaser not yet down at the 9th street bar parked in the back seat of my car steam i can t breathe hot and sweaty josephine now give it up well i could never get too much i want you want to taste it better on top i just want a piece of the pie ooh the cream starts to rise don t make me cry for a piece of the pie i want you want so let it i get you give go get it no ifs no ands don t bite off me and my plans to bite off a piece of the pie ooh the cream starts to rise don t make me cry for a piece of the pie piece of the pie gonna eat me alive it s a long hard climb for a piece of the pie piece of the pie piece of the pie piece of the pie piece of the pie piece of the pie piece of the pie