Cupcakes With Elizabeth

My sweet, sexy Elizabeth

flour on your cheek, yeah I’m loving it

you laughing at the mess on the countertop

said “whip it slow, babe, don’t you ever stop” (uh)

You crack eggs like you crack me up

taste-test batter off your finger, what

you say “boy, it’s sweet, want a little bit?”

I’m like “only if I’m licking it from your fingertip” (hey)

My sweet, sexy Elizabeth

let’s make cupcakes, lick our fingertips

you the sugar in my recipes

mix it up slow, give me what I need

My sweet, sexy Elizabeth

sprinkle love on every little kiss

baby, we don’t even need a list

you and me in the kitchen, that’s bliss

You twist that whisk like you twist my mind

hips keep swaying in a perfect time

you say “hold this bowl while I pour this cream”

I’m just tryna hold you, if you know what I mean (come here)

Oven light low like the mood got warm

timer ticking while we ride that storm

you say “they gon’ rise,” I say “me too”

then you bite your lip, say “boy, I knew” (oh)

My sweet, sexy Elizabeth

let’s make cupcakes, lick our fingertips

you the sugar in my recipes

mix it up slow, give me what I need

My sweet, sexy Elizabeth

sprinkle love on every little kiss

baby, we don’t even need a list

you and me in the kitchen, that’s bliss

Fresh out the pan, you my favorite taste

little bit of frosting on your waist

you say “clean it up,” I don’t waste

not a crumb of you, not a trace (nah)

My sweet, sexy Elizabeth

let’s make cupcakes, lick our fingertips

you the sugar in my recipes

mix it up slow, give me what I need

My sweet, sexy Elizabeth

sprinkle love on every little kiss

baby, we don’t even need a list

you and me in the kitchen, that’s bliss