Из альбома: Under the Pink
Baker baker baking a cake
make me a day
make me whole again
And I wonder what's in a day
What's in your cake this time
I guess you heard it's come to L.A.
He says that behind my eyes I'm hiding
And he tells me I pushed him away
My hearts been hard to find
Here, there must be something here
There must be something here, here
Baker baker can you explain
If truly his heart was made of icing
And I wonder how mine could taste
Maybe we could change his mind
I know you're late for your next parade
You came to make sure that I'm not running
Well, I ran from him in all kinds of ways
Guess it was his turn this time
Time, thought I'd make friends with time
Thought we'd be fine
Maybe not this time
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Baker baker making a cake
Make me a day
Make me whole again
And I wonder if he's ok
If you see him say hi