I thought she loved me
But I was another customer
Waiting in line
Waiting for her smile
She's needing the bread
kneading the attention
Served on a plate
It's icing on the cake
You're the one I wanna have fun with
You're the one that I wanna be with
Because you make all the guys drool
When you start walking through
Because jealousy is for those who don't have you
You look the other way
Since I'm just another customer
The cup to your cake
Even though it's too late
The edible confetti lays on top
The colored poison to your love
Oh sweet baker, let me go
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I really like the metaphor here
sorry Im so late on commenting!
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