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 LA
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 his 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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