Lirieke: Cake. Motorcade Of Generosity. Up So Close.

Up so close
I never get to see your face
Microscope
I might as well be out in space

Up so close
I never get to see the view
Down your throat
I'm never sure if it's still you

Up your nose
Down to your toes
In your mouth
Way down south

Up so close
It seems I only think of you
Up so close
I never see the sky so blue

I only wanted to be sure
That what it was, was really pure
I put my face down in the cake
My feet were flailin' in a lake

Up so close
I never get to see your face
Microscope
I might as well be out in space
Up so close, beautiful

Up so close
I never get to see you
Microscope
I'm never sure if it's still you
Oh, alright
Ohh hoh
Hoh, so sad
It's so sad
Put on the music
Let's go
Come on
Let's play
Mama say