Just like pumpkin pie,
with a hint of spice.
I always need a piece,
a bite, a taste, a slice.

A bite, a taste, a slice,
sweeter than the song,
that she played for me,
all the evening long.

All the evening long,
we sang, we kissed, we danced,
for there was nothing wrong,
with our sweet romance.

With our sweet romance,
there's a wild fire of desire,
and every time we meet,
the flames keep growing higher.

The flames keep growing high,
excited and aroused,
ignited by the sight,
of lovers well endowed.

We're lovers well endowed,
filled with burning lust,
which must be the gateway to,
endless love and trust.