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 hearts 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 could 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 weel I ran from him in all kinds of ways
guess it was his turn this time
time
thought I'd made friends with
time
thought we'd be flying maybe not this
time
Baker Baker baking a cake
make me a day
make whole again
and I wonder
if he's ok if you see him say hi
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Mmmmmmmmm....
está para comérsela.
Qué dulce idea, la del panadero amasando con sus suaves manos algo-alguien para darle forma y vida. Qué guapa.
Me alegro de que te guste. Con respecto a pasártelo en mp3, lo voy a intentar. Ya te diré algo por e-mail, un beso.
El doble para tí :)
al final, por tu culpa, me voy a acabar aficionando a esta chica
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