Cake shop girls grow fingernails    dead long and rather sharp.    They paint them glace cherry red    and yellow marzipan.    Scoring lines upon the backs Of tender chocolate mice    I would like to buy a wedding cake for you and me!       You've always been a cake shop girl as far as I recall    ballroom dancer minatures alongside cherokees.    Cake shop girl, oh cake shop girl I'd fall on bended knees    I should like to buy a wedding cake for you and me.       Confectioners don't eat a thing    that's made inside their shops.    Bottles of crushed beetle    can be bought to turn things red.    Window front displays are made    for only perfect things,    I should like to substitute a cake for you and me