I’m full now I think I’ll fall asleep
Because my tummy would fill the room
You’d have to leave very soon
And I’ll rub it in I didn’t use a spoon
x3
Chorus
I’d like to bake myself cookies
And turn the dough round slowly
It’s hard to say I’d rather put my boyfriend
over sweets
Cause his cooking is not really meant to
eat
Cause I’d get stomach aches from ten
thousand Christmas cakes
I don’t think I’ll be dancing very soon
A spatula above my head
A soup ladle beneath my bed
A silver fork that’s just hanging by a
thread x3
Chorus
Leave my door open just a crack
(So I can raid the pantry yeah!)
Cause I desperately need a big mac
(So I can raid the pantry yeah!)
Why am I so fond of munching sheep?
(So I can raid the pantry yeah!)
I’m so fat I can hardly see my feet
When it comes to ten million Christmas pies
I’ll eat them till I die and some will go
down with my grave
But I know where my biscuits are
I guess my dreams will get real bizarre
Cause I keep a stash of them in a jar x3
Chorus x2
I’d like to bake myself cookies
And turn the dough round slowly
It’s hard to say I’d rather put my
boyfriend over sweets
Cause I don’t think I wrote this song
properly.
Zoe McCracken