Текст песни Cake - Lydia Ainsworth

I don't care where you've been you
You know I pay no man
To your sins
But if you're not home by 10
Put all your money on a van
You can hit the road again

Mmm, I've got no time left for your gambling
Mmm, you broke my phone to pieces with your incessant rambling
You say, "I'll be back in touch with you around the bend"
Boy, best believe you won't be touching me ever again

Ooh
You cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me good, ooh
What can I, can I, can I, can or can't I do? Ooh
I'll fly away on the wings of doves
Over valleys of snow and ice
To heal my heart

From the first cut of cake
To the time silence makes
You're forever my sweet mistake
On wings of doves flies my heartache