Choosing my Confection

A travesty of REM

 

Oh, my wife is bigger
She’s bigger than you
And you are humungous
What weight will she get to?
What distance round her thighs?
Oh no, she weighs too much
She’s gone up!

(chorus)
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spotlight, I'm
Losing my lunch
Trying to keep up with her
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no, I've had too much
I have got indigestion
I thought that I heard you cooking
I thought that I heard you baking
I think I thought I saw you fry

Every whisper
Of every waking hour I'm
Choosing my confections
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a starving tape-worm, worm
Oh no, I've had too much
I brought it up!
Consider this
Consider this
The pie of the century
Consider this
The flan that brought me
To my knees failed
What if all these pastries
Come back around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you cooking
I thought that I heard you baking
I think I thought I saw you fry

But that was just a cream-cake
That was just a cream-cake

(repeat chorus)

But that was just a cream-cake
fry, buy, why try?
That was just a cream-cake
Just a cake, just a cake
Cake

The End

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