Lyrics

Well I work
At the pizza house downtown
I administer the meatballs
With some measure of renown
When the floor gets dirty
I take out my trusty mop
And watch you through the window
Over in the cookie shop
Now I love the way that apron
Hugs your little hips
And I?d love for you to hold me
Like you hold those chocolate chips
I?m standing in the window, baby,
Turn around and take a look
Maybe we can get together
One of these days and cook

And I know
My sugary dreams have gone too far
I gotta go
Roaming through your cookie jar

Now I know it?s gonna be tough for me
To get my point across
You don?t want your sweet, sweet fingers
Getting messed up with tomato sauce
You?d prefer that fine French pastry
With that fancy fillings inside
That stuff might look good, but it won?t
Keep you satisfied

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Gimme some cookies
Gimme some cookies

My heart?s burned in the third degree
Split open and unpeeled
I just want to rest my head
In the flower of your field
You?ve got my system spinning
On a lemon drop alert
I?ll be your crunch, I?ll be your cream
I?ll be your one dessert

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