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Cupcakes make me feel so good
slide over a tongue’n the hood
Cupcakes we misunderstood
Driving down Whyte face-ave tonight
had to slide in for another sight
staying late, apron on tight
Spreading out our favorite type
Icing snatcharoos shining bright
Sexy cups, now everyone can have a bite
Cupcakes make us feel so good
Depends on how you look at the sound
Cupcakes we misunderstand
No bun in the oven, Drooling on the bed
California dreaming, but skating instead
Godess, Canada, Premium Pie
Creepy jokers like me, flirting with the cashier
Married to her favorite stash there
But that won’t stop us from reaching through this glass
Cupcakes make us feel so good
slide over tongue’n the hood
Cupcakes we misunderstood
We like ours right, worth working for
hot, slow and right to order
Bra strap falling over her shoulder
Can she begin to bear that massive load
Daytime staff, now she’s getting bright eyed
Taking the time just to get it right
Temperature’s rising up for a, another round
When it comes down to sweet pleasures and sounds
Don’t settle for bigger low quality brands
No cookie cutter mainstream, cardboard here
Cupcakes make me feel so good
Once upon a time, my only friend
Depends on how you look at the sound
Cupcakes we misunderstand
These quality goods, way out of my league
Religion over-rated, just like our greed
Some memories they aren’t worth fighting for
****** ******** still capable of murder,
365 Challenge, Jr. High order,
Pictures of all the dorks I liked to call my friends
Back when kids used a pen to be heard
Notes to one another, drawing out the awkward
Cramming our thoughts onto looseleaf paper,
Confessions build up, no backspace eraser,
Couriers are crowds walking through the halls
Folded up neatly with a little bit more thought to it all
Elastic bands are wrapped around
The memories (I’ve got/of god) in a trunk in the ground
Not collecting dust though, I don’t wanna throw them away
Means to an end to pass the time we say
Awkard teen, politics, and stranger things to pray
Save them up for another rainy day
Trying to fit in society’s man-box
Failing with honours, can’t seem to figure out
Brain blocking out memories, good with the bad
Squirrels are getting into the trunk
Eating up the notes, fading photos & punk
Build another shed to lock them out
I need to remember
What it’s all about
Cupcakes makes us feel so good
Slide over my tongue’n the hood
Depends on how you look at the sound
Cupcakes there’s no truer friend
Cupcakes we misunderstand
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released September 11, 2013
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