I sniffed the garden in her cave,
bent to her apartment and the carpet matched the drapes.
Shedding garments like we're charging in a race,
just to walk a thin line between honor and disgrace.
I got a snorkel, she got a muzzle,
kibble for the feed bag, cheek rub and stubble.
Hold me down, try to drown me in a puddle, baby,
don't let go till you see the last bubble.
She's a fourth course, good, I'm a glutton.
In her oval office with my finger on the button.
Betty Crocker and she heating up the oven,
even let me lick the spoon, spread icing on the muffin.
She's a puzzle I ain't mastered yet,
cause I'm a peasant and she's Marie Antoinette.
So passionate, I let her cast a net,
when that ass gets to clapping like a castanet.
She earns and I pay,
but when I get that bill, you know I can't complain.
She serves, and I taste,
because I got a sweet tooth and she got that cake.
Red velvet, my appetite is insatiable.
Knew you were coming, had something to bake for you.
Lip smacking at the thought of everything I'll do.
Sly devil with a face full of angel food.
Better eat it in the morning like you're Wheaties.
With that amount of sugar, you might catch the diabetes.
Kinda easy, rub it till you find a genie.
For a couple wishes, use your tongue to sign a treaty.
She got a meal that could kill a mouth breather.
Waterboarding by the leader.
Boston creamer, California dreamer, yeah.
She's an eager home economics teacher.
I go bananas when I pig out on her monkey.
She's so fly, bet I catch her more with honey.
Need dough, but I don't need money.
I'm just another Pillsbury junkie.
She earns, and I pay.
But when I get that bill, you know I can't complain.
She serves, and I taste.
Because I got a sweet tooth and she got that cake.
Red velvet.
Cake.
