I'd say it was the right time
To walk away
When working takes you nowhere
It's time to bake Brain cells working overtime
Your money don't matter The clock keeps ticking When something's on your mind
I'm typing in slow motion
Feels so good
It's a strange anticipation
Log, log, logging on soon
Brain cells working overtime
Man against man
And all that ever matters
Is baby who's ahead in the game
Funny but it's always the same
[Chorus]
Baking, baking with the boys
After chasing sunsets
One of life's simple joys
Is baking with the boys
Said it was the wrong thing
For me to do
I said it's just a girl's game
Boys post too.
My mind is working overtime
In this kind of oven
Someone gets burnt,
I'm afraid that someone is me
If you want to find me, I'll be
Baking with the boys
I don't want to be the bread around your fire
I don't want to be obsessed by my idea
I'm ready, I'm leaving
I've baked enough
I've got to go
You knead too rough …..-- 8th of 7, Sep 12 2002 Get ahold of yourself man! It's taking you over!
I believe you yourself were quoting R. Kipling earlier:
If you can dream, and not make dreams your master, If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim...
Still, +1.-- General Washington, Sep 12 2002 Since Jutta created the game, I'd say it's a woman's game and, oh yeah, boys post, too.-- bristolz, Sep 12 2002 <Respectfully edited in line with [bristolz]'s suggestion>-- 8th of 7, Sep 12 2002 Hah! Nice edit.-- bristolz, Sep 12 2002 Why would anyone apologize to Kenny Loggins? He should apologize to us for his contribution to the 80s.-- waugsqueke, Sep 12 2002 random, halfbakery