Wedding Cake

Our love was wedding cake
Wrapped in thin tin foil
But not a year in the freezer
And seven sweet layers spoiled

You know I haven't told a girl
"I love you" in years
My mother says
"Don't you fall in love over there"

Oh, women, they ain't candy
I get sick quicker
But our love
Oh, our love
Oh, our love
Spoiled in the freezer

I don't think I have a type
But Lloyd says they look like you
So I might miss your face
But I can't be with you

Oh, women, they ain't candy
I get sick quicker
But our love
Oh, our love
Oh, our love
Spoiled in the freezer

Mistress, mistress
Sleeping on my mattress
I can't make promises
Have this fickle kiss

Mistress, mistress
Sleeping on my mattress
Why am I doing this?
Chasing pretty faces

Oh, women, they ain't candy
I get sick quicker
But our love
Oh, our love
Oh, our love
Spoiled in the freezer



Credits
Writer(s): Kieran Garvey
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