Cake shop girls grow fingernails
dead long and rather sharp.
they paint them glace cherry red
and yellow marzipan.
scoring lines upon the backs of tender chocolate mice
i would like to buy a wedding cake for you and me!
You've always been a cake shop girl as far as i recall
ballroom dancer minatures alongside cherokees.
cake shop girl, oh cake shop girl i'd fall on bended knees
i should like to buy a wedding cake for you and me.
Confectioners don't eat a thing
that's made inside their shops.
bottles of crushed beetle
can be bought to turn things red.
window front displays are made
for only perfect things,
i should like to substitute a cake for you and me

written by jowe head