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BabyCakes

 

I want to walk with you

On the highway of hope,

Be tied to you

Without a rope;

I wanna steal your laugh

When I'm feelin' blue

And dance the dance

Just me and you.

  Grab your hand when it's out of style

  Warm myself in your freckled smile;

I want to shift your gears

And apply your brakes,

Throttle your engine

BabyCakes.

 

I want to talk to you

When the sun's gone down;

I want to lay with you

When no one's around.

I want to hold your hand

When my heart's grown cold,

I want to lean on you

When I've grown old.

  I'll play the rhythm, you can keep the time;

  I'll write the words, you can make 'em rhyme.

When you try and fail

And make mistakes,

I'll play the blues for you

BabyCakes.

 

I want to tempt your smile,

Your charms and guile,

WIn you over

From the rank and filre.

I want to stand you up

When you fall down

And dust you off

When you hit the ground..

  I wanna stroke your hair and caress your cheek,

  Nibble your ears 'til your knees grow weak.

In a world of phonies, lies and fakes,

You're for real

BabyCakes.