The medicine go down Just a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down In a most delightful way And ev'ry task you undertake Becomes a piece of cake A lark! a spree! it's very clear to see that That a spoonful of sugar helps the medicine go down A

Let me put my love into you, babe Let me put my love on the line Let me cut your cake with my knife Don't you struggle Don't you fight Don't you worry 'Cause it's your turn tonight Flying on a free flight Driving all night

Like oh goddamn, that's the bitch that I want Oh goddamn, diamonds all in my fronts Like 7 AM I was fucking your love 11 AM, you took that bitch right to brunch Aye, I told that bitch I count my cake, bitch get out my face .45 on my waist, boy get out my

I hate love songs (I hate love songs) Yeah, I really do (I really do) But I love you I hate Shakespeare and Gosling and cakes with white frosting Two names in a heart-shaped tattoo I think cupid is stupid and violets are purple not blue I hate catching

I want to see your face in every kind of light And when you stand before the candles on a cake Oh, let me be the one to hear the silent wish you make In fields of dawn and forests of the night What are you doing the rest of your life? North and South and

Love her like she's leaving Oh and I guarantee she won't Like it's all going to end if you don't We cut the cake everybody danced And some people drank too much You looked like the cover of Brides magazine And I looked like some guy in a tux I'll never

Uh ah, uh ho Yeah, she's gotta have soul Or it won't feel right Well, just plain, clean and simple Wrapped up nice n' tight And homegrown and down-home, that makes one Cookin' up that old time, long lost recipe for me, woh It's gettin' hard to find

'Cause you're sweet 'Cause you're sweet like cocoa But all you wanna do is the coco Hangin' out with you is a no go Runnin up, all this cake Bag it up, then come right away Sak pase, YSL 'Cause you're sweet, what's your status? Might hit your address, if

Can't you see that it's just rainin' We could pretend it all the time There ain't no need to go outside You hardly even notice When I try to show you this Song is meant to keep you Wakin' up too early Maybe we could sleep in

Wasted away again in Margaritaville Searching for my lost shaker of salt Some people claim that there's a woman to blame Nibblin' on sponge cake Watchin' the sun bake All of those tourists covered in oil Strummin' my six-string On my front porch swing