Cake Shop

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