My heart is aflutter,
I've found me a suiter.
A handsome young man is after my cooter.
I met him while trolling on Hezbollah hotties,
where I posted shots of my hot nubile body.
It's for her alone that my lonely heart aches, if she'll only share me with me her yellow cake...
- Duet - Yellow Cake...
He wants me to shield my face with a smock.
These wardrobe requirements play to my strengths.
And I'll take her hand on a yellow cake walk,
as long as she stays behind seven arm lengths.
He said I would know him by his good hooks.
My hands were cut off for reading that Da Vinci Code book.
And we will swap spit when I life up my veil.
But first we'll conduct,
(Duet, fades out) sale....