Baker Baker
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 he*s gone to L.A.
He says that behind my eyes I*m hiding
And he tells me I pushed him away
That my heart*s 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 would 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 her turn this time
Time
Thought I*d make friends with time
Thought we*d be flying
Maybe not this time
Baker Baker baking a cake
Make me a day
Make me whole again
And I wonder if he*s ok
If you see him say hi
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