left alone

would you get offended if i said,
sometimes a brownie feels better than sex
would you be shocked to hear when i am baking,
kitchen is my temple and i like it alone
how bizzare is it to you that i can spend hours on the internet
checking out baking props
would it put you totally off if you knew i have penpals to discuss
cake recipies and swap photos
would you rather have me watch football
and have ideas about real estate investments?
wash my car every sunday afternoon
and be addicted to body building supplements?

see, there is no mystery to unveil, there is no story to unfold
my coffee bean cupcake, my strawberry charlotte
why can't you appreciate my new silicone mould?

sometimes all i need is an apple pie
hot cinnamon clouds taking over the house
sometimes all i crave is a carrot cake
cheerfully fluffy, disapperaing on your tongue
sometimes all i want is a plum galette
sour-sweet and crispy, nicely baked 'till golden brown
don't take it personal baby, because my dark has vanilla flavour
sometimes all i need is a sugar rush, so just do me a favour
find a magazine to read and leave me on my own