Lydia Ainsworth - Cake Lyrics

I don't care where you've been
You know I pay no mind to your sins
But if you're not home by ten
Put all your money on a van, you can hit the road again
Mm, I got no time left for your gambling
Mm, you broke my phone to pieces with your incessant rambling
You say, "I'll be back in touch with you around the bend"
Boy, best believe you won't be touching me ever again

Ooh
You cut me, cut me, cut me, cut me good
Ooh
What can I, can I, can I, can or can't I do?
Ooh
I'll fly away on the wings of doves
Over valleys of snow and ice
To heal my heart

From the first cut of cake
To the time silence makes
You forever
My sweet mistake
On wings of doves flies my heartache