[Intro Saxophone Section] Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, Sugar, Sugar [Verse 1] Started light with lemon cream, Thought this life would be a dream. But every cake just pulled me in — A butter trap, a frosted sin. From bundt to mousse, from roll to pie, Each bite a truth I couldn’t lie. I fed my hunger bite by bite, Still nothing ever felt quite right. [Chorus] One hundred cakes and none could fill The quiet place I’m baking still. From velvet red to sugar snow, They come and go, they come and go. A hundred cakes, a hundred names, But not one slice could fix the flame. So I keep baking through the ache — Searching for the perfect cake. ⸻ [Verse 2] Rum-soaked sponge with cherry scars, Pastries shaped like battle stars. Hazelnut with silent rage, A crumble locked inside a cage. The marble cake split black and white — Just like my thoughts at 2 a.m. night. Each recipe a new disguise, Frosting over alibis. [Chorus] One hundred cakes and none could fill The quiet place I’m baking still. From velvet red to sugar snow, They come and go, they come and go. A hundred cakes, a hundred names, But not one slice could fix the flame. So I keep baking through the ache — Searching for the perfect cake. ⸻ [Verse 3] Matcha cake with bitter soul, Birthday cake that took its toll. A gingerbread that wouldn’t stay, Left crumbs and ran the other way. Molten lava, passion burst, But sweet things always end in thirst. Chocolate glaze can’t hide the mess — My hunger’s more, but tastes like less. [Chorus] One hundred cakes and none could fill The quiet place I’m baking still. From velvet red to sugar snow, They come and go, they come and go. A hundred cakes, a hundred names, But not one slice could fix the flame. So I keep baking through the ache — Searching for the perfect cake. ⸻ [Verse 4] Crème brûlée with brittle grace, A thin-shelled love I can’t replace. Fig and honey, warm and slow, But never stayed, just came to go. The pistachio played coy and green, Left whispers where the crumbs had been. The opera cake sang silent pain — A love too layered to explain. [Chorus] One hundred cakes and none could fill The quiet place I’m baking still. From velvet red to sugar snow, They come and go, they come and go. A hundred cakes, a hundred names, But not one slice could fix the flame. So I keep baking through the ache — Searching for the perfect cake. ⸻ [Verse 5] Now flour covers every thought, I chase a taste that can’t be caught. I mix regrets with salted cream, And decorate what used to dream. There’s no cake left I haven’t tried, But something deeper still has died. And though my hands are tired and slow, I bake — because I need to know. [Chorus – final, softer version] One hundred cakes and none could fill The quiet place I’m baking still. From velvet red to sugar snow, They come and go, they come and go. A hundred cakes, a hundred names, But not one slice could fix the flame. So I keep baking through the ache — Searching for the perfect
