Musical Monday: My Cake Is Meltingggggg
Spring was never waiting . . . for us, then
It ran one . . . step ahead
As we followed . . . in the dance
Between the parted pages . . . and were pressed,
In love's hot, fevered iron,
Like a striped pair of pants.
MacArthur's Park . . . is melting . . . in the dark
All the sweet, green icing . . . flowing down...
Someone left my cake out . . . in the rain
I don't . . . think that I can take it
cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again ! ! !