You Don't Make Cookies for Me Anymore
Why don’t you make cookies for me anymore
I heard you made them for Kelly from accounts
And that kid with the lisp that lives next door
I used to look forward
To your gingersnaps
And Anzac Day hasn’t been the same
With store bought crap
I think I’ve lost my head
Wondering why
You don’t make cookies for me anymore
Are you just too busy
Or do you just not care at all
My other friends can’t bake a thing
Not even a macaroon
A shortbread isn’t even in their repertoire
And none of them even know what a prefuaanause is
So
I’ve lost all hope
Will I ever see one of your oatmeal raisins again
It is not like I am asking for a dozen
Please call me
At least
Tell me the recipe