cake

© 1996 Marisa Bozza, Words & Music

I don't know how to be- I don't know how to be her.

I don't know now, but when I tell them well, they wont believe her...

I open up the box, I put the flour in the bowl

the box is empty now, the bowl is getting full...

I read the recipe, I break the egg

I mix the sugar in with the milk and throw the shell away.

I light the candle and I put the candle in my mouth

I turn... the timer on and spit- the candle out.

I make a frosting and I put the frosting on my face

I climb... inside the box-

I am the cake.

I make a frosting and I put the frosting on my face

I climb... inside the box.

I am the cake.

All mutations are divine- even mine.

All variations are sacred

watch me... carefully.