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
God, sometimes you just don't come through God, sometimes you just don't come through Do you need a woman to look after you? God, sometimes you just don
Never was a cornflake girl Thought that was a good solution Hangin' with the raisin girls She's gone to the other side Givin' us a yo heave ho Things
Someone's knocking on my kitchen door Leave the wood outside what All the girls here are freezing cold Leave me with your Borneo, I said "I don't need
Icicle, icicle, where are you going? Where are you going? Icicle, icicle, where are you going? I have a hiding place when spring marches in Will you
Way to go Mr. Microphone Show us all what you don't know Centuries secret societies He's our commander still, space dog So sure we were on something "
I think it's perfectly clear We're in the wrong band, oh, oh Ginger is always sincere Just not to one man, oh, oh She called me up and she said "You
I don't believe I went too far I said, I was willing, willing, willing She said she knew what my books did not I thought she knew what's up Past the
I know what you want The magpies have come If you know me so well then Tell me which hand I use? Make them go Make it go Saw her there in the restaurant
So I want to kill this waitress She's worked here a year longer than I If I did it fast, you know it's an act of kindness But I believe in peace I believe
coming Can't stop what is on its way Bells and footfalls and soldiers and dolls Brothers and lovers she and I were Now she seems to be sand under his
Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race And Greg he writes letters and burns
: Ooh who, ooh who. God sometimes you just don't come through. God sometimes you just don't come through. Do you need a woman to look after you? God
: Tears on the sleeve of a man, don't wanna be a boy today. I heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race. And Greg, he writes letters, and
stop what is on... its way. (Mmm? uh huh.) Bells and footfalls and soldiers and dolls, Brothers and lovers she and I were. Now she seems to be sand under
: I don't believe I went too far. I said I was willing, willing, willing. She said she knew what my books did not. I thought she knew what's up. Past
: I think it's perfectly clear we're in the wrong band, oh, oh. Ginger is always sincere, just not to one man, oh, oh. She called me up and she said, "
: (Uhuh... uhuh...) So I want to kill this waitress. She's worked here a year longer than I. If I did it fast, you know that's an act of kindness. (Uhuh
