Hey baby cakes
I wanna write you a song
Now that we've been on this journey so long
Standing here at the sink scrubbing away
Has really made me think
I've got something to say Hey, baby
Ketchup, mustard and oatmeal too
Just wash your dishes
Don't make me blue
Just wash them, or rinse them
Or just make an effort... If bubbles were bullets
I'd blow you away
I'd pop the champagne
And make the clean getaway
If bubbles were bullets
I'd draw you a bath
Tub farts is making nukes
Would deliver my wrath But if bubbles were bullets
If that were really true...
Than baby cakes...
I'd take a shot for you
I'd take a shot for you
I'd take a shot for you