Slice of Heaven

[Verse] On a Friday night after a long, hard week, Down at Joe’s Pizzeria, that’s the place we meet. With the jukebox playin' a Hank Williams tune, We gather 'round the table, under the neon moon. [Verse 2] The smell of wood-fire, and some pepperoni, From the big red slice that’s callin’ out to me. Extra cheese and sausage, it's a taste so fine, In this little slice of heaven, I ain't gotta wait in line. [Chorus] We’re singin’ ‘bout life, with a pizza in hand, Livin’ for the moment in this small-town band. From the crust to the toppings, it’s a love affair, In a corner booth together, without a single care.