Every cake you bake
And every meal you make.
Every egg you break
I'll be watching you.
Oh can't you see
I need a cup of tea.
My poor throat aches
For every drink you make
Every scone you bake
Every chocolate cake
Since you've been gone
I've been lost without your food's taste
I dream at night about your tray bakes.
I look around but can't these replace
My tea's so cold and I long for your food's warm embrace.
Oh can't you see
You need to cook my tea?
How my poor tummy aches
With every step I take.
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