sugar, sugar, sugar, butter, sugar, butter, flour, sugar, butter, flour, sugar, butter, flour My hands pluck the things I know that I'll need I'll take the sugar and butter from the pantry I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start And then it's down with the recipe and bake from the heart What's inside? Everyone wants to know what's inside And I've always told them but I feel something needs to change You wanna know what's inside? I could tell you if I wasn't hiding My whole life isn't here In this kitchen baking What a mess I'm making
