“Where we’re from, the birds sing a pretty song, and there’s always music in the air“.
Apple pie.
Oh, my darling how I love your eye.
Not as much as I love apple pie.
Oh, I believe in apple pie.
Metti una sera, a cena con amici. Una pizza in compagnia, e poi una meravigliosa torta.
Heaven, I’m in heaven.
This must be where pies go when they die.
