Love, Laughs & Cake (…Yeah, Cake)”

[Intro]
Mm-hmm…
It’s Christmas, baby…
And I brought the pudding…
But you know I’m not talkin’ about dessert…

[Verse 1]
You’re in the kitchen lookin’ wicked, in that little Christmas dress,
I swear your smile should be illegal — girl, it causes such a mess.
You bend over for the oven, babe, and damn, I lose control,
’Cause that sweet cake you’re bakin’ ain’t the only thing that stole my soul…

[Pre-Chorus]
Pourin’ whisky in the batter, girl, you’re drivin’ me insane,
Then you lick the spoon so slowly — Jesus Christ, I can’t complain.
You whisper, “Baby, want a taste?” with that naughty little grin,
And I’m like, “Fuck yeah, I want seconds — now hurry up and let me in…”

[Chorus]
’Cause I hope your Christmas is full of love and laughs and cake,
Yeahhhh, cake — but you know what mistake I meant to make.
Let’s get sticky, let’s get tipsy, let’s make memories we can’t fake,
’Cause baby, all I want for Christmas…
is your love, your laughs… and that cake.
(…Yeah, cake.)

[Verse 2]
We’re by the fire gettin’ cosy, and you climb onto my lap,
Sayin’, “Baby, open presents,” — girl, that’s one hell of a trap.
You tease me with that pudding like you’re doin’ somethin’ sinful,
And I swear if Santa saw you now, he’d cancel Christmas in a blinkful.

[Pre-Chorus]
We got holly, we got tinsel, but you’re the only thing that shines,
’Cause you taste sweeter than that frosting — and you age just like fine wine.
You say, “Oops, I meant cake, babe,” when you slip and say the rest,
But trust me, love, I heard you — and honestly, I like that version best…

[Chorus]
Hope your Christmas is full of love and laughs and cake,
Yeahhhh, cake — but we both know the slip you meant to make.
Let’s get naked, let’s get festive, let’s make memories we won’t break,
’Cause baby, all I want for Christmas…
is your love, your laughs… and that cake.
(…Yep. Cake. Totally cake.)

[Bridge]
So light the candles, dim the tree,
Let that pudding drip for me,
We’ll make the neighbours gossip loud,
’Cause we’re the kinky, Christmassy crowd.

[Final Chorus]
Hope your Christmas is full of love and laughs and cake,
But if you bring the other “C-word”, babe — I promise I won’t flake.
Wrap yourself in ribbon, girl, and give my heart a little shake,
’Cause you know all I want for Christmas…
is love… laughs… and cake.
(…Sure. Cake. Wink-wink.)