| Hey, baby cakes, I wanna write you a song
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| Now that we’ve been on this journey so long
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| Standin' here at the sink scrubbin' away
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| Has really made me think I’ve got something to say
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| Ooooh…
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| Hey baby
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| Ketchup and mustard and oatmeal, too
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| Just wash your dishes, don’t make me blue
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| Wash your dishes or rinse them or just make an effort
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| If bubbles were bullets, I’d blow you away
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| I’d pop the champagne and make a clean getaway
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| If bubbles were bullets, I’d draw you a bath
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| Tub farts as mega nukes would deliver my wrath
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| But if bubbles were bullets
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| If that were really true
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| Then, babycakes
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| I’d take a shot for you
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| I’d take a shot for you
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| I’d take a shot for you |