Your mouth is a meringue
attaching sugar to the sky Your dough is like a soldier rising everyday till you die And I've been looking at those tarts For a long, long time I've been pouring out glaze All my marriage Everybody wants sugar They don't want to get fat And making dough is my art Ovens like these lead to Dough like this lead to Hot buns like ours. You caramelize the crust in my bonfire heart. People like us - we don't need that much sugar, just some icing, icing to hide the crust in our bonfire heart The world is getting smaller Larger strangers passing by. No one offers you a cake. No one gives you a bite. But I've been looking at those tarts For a long, long time Just trying to bake-prove, Trying to make you rise Everybody wants sugar, The don't want to get fat Posh dough is my art.
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