You can bet
There's nothing' but net
When I am in a zone and on a roll
But I've got a confession
My own secret obsession
And it's making me lose control
Everybody gather 'round
Well if Troy can tell his secret then I can
Tell mine I bake
I love to bake! Strudels, scones, even apple pan-dowdy
Not another sound
Someday I hope to make the perfect crème brûlée
No, no, no, no
No, no, no
Stick to the stuff you know
If you wanna be cool
Follow one simple rule
Don't mess with the flow, no no
Stick to the status quo
Loock at me

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