She's got a face, a face you can't see
It's all painted up doesn't matter to me
She got a son already sixteen
She says he's a genius but he can't even read
She's kinda fluffy
She's kinda sweet
With a dash-a-salt and battery
She's lonely
She's stoney
She's Cakey
But maybe
Just maybe
I scream for Cakey, yeah
She got the pills that'll make you feel good
You don't want to trust her but maybe you should
Sometimes you want your cake and ya eat it too
That's not something I'd advise you to do
She's a little rugged but that's alright
She's looking pretty good by the cover of night
She's lonely
And horny
She's Cakey
But maybe
Just maybe
I scream for Cakey, yeah
Come on!
Lonely
Horny
Cakey
Just maybe
Just maybe
I scream for Cakey, yeah
