Bake Your Heart Out
Pop n Foodie
After catching her man cheating, a woman gets even by quietly sabotaging his bakery. Bake Your Heart Out serves up petty revenge by the teaspoon, from salt in the sugar to cheap vanilla and an oven that will not behave, leaving him to wonder why every batch is going wrong.
Lyrics
I caught him late one night behind the racks of flour
Frostin' some girl like it was happy hour
Lipstick prints on the piping bag
Lil' notes scribbled on a price tag
He said, "Baby, it's not what you think,"
But she was wearin' nothin' but pink
Go on and bake your heart out, baby
Hope your buttercream dreams go crazy
I switched your sugar with salt so fine
And your measuring lines don't read in time
Yeah, I'm raisin' hell in your little café
One teaspoon at a time, the petty way
You'll wonder why your batter's flat
Why your customers whisper, "What's that?"
Your gourmet vanilla's from aisle nine
And your oven runs cold on borrowed time
I didn't key your truck or smash your phone
Just left a sticky cash drawer of my own
So bake your heart out, baby
Hope your fondant cracks like crazy
Your red velvet's turnin' brown tonight
And your cupcakes lean a little to the right
Yeah, I'm raisin' hell in your little café
With a smirk and a spoon the subtle way
No fire, no flame, no wreckin' crew
Just a recipe twist or two
You played me half-baked, thought I'd cry
Now your butter's burnin' and you don't know why
Bake your heart out, baby
Taste that heartbreak, maybe
Your fame'll crumble, bite by bite
While I sip my coffee in the morning light
Yeah, you cheated, now you'll pay
One ruined batch at a time today
So ice it thick, make it shine and bright
But revenge never tasted so light
