snacks

מילים

[Verse 1] Sunrise painted the kitchen gold, another week, a story told But Stink, he stirred with a different quest, for yummy treasures, put to the test He saw the aisles, a vibrant hue, a weekend plan, so much to chew! He bypassed greens, he skipped the grain, just what he craved, again and again. [Pre-Chorus] Some folks count calories, some count sheep, But Stink's got his own promises to keep. He's got his vision, clear and bright, Of delicious futures, day and night. [Chorus] Oh, Stink, what's the matter with Stink? He's reaching for more, before you can blink! Ice cream, coffee cake, bars so dark, Cupcakes, cookies, a sweet, sweet spark. Fudge cake piled high, his sacred six, Lost in the flavors, playing his tricks. What's wrong with Stink? Why does he try? He's too fat for snacks, oh my, oh my! [Verse 2] He thinks of swirls of vanilla cream, a chocolate river, a frosted dream The aroma wafts, a siren call, to conquer cravings, stand up tall. He tells himself, "Just one more bite," bathed in the pale, early morning light. A grand indulgence, a weekend's prize, reflected back in his happy eyes. [Pre-Chorus] Some folks chase sunsets, some chase fame, But Stink's playing a much sweeter game. He's got his cravings, a driving beat, For every single scrumptious treat. [Chorus] Oh, Stink, what's the matter with Stink? He's reaching for more, before you can blink! Ice cream, coffee cake, bars so dark, Cupcakes, cookies, a sweet, sweet spark. Fudge cake piled high, his sacred six, Lost in the flavors, playing his tricks. What's wrong with Stink? Why does he try? He's too fat for snacks, oh my, oh my! [Bridge] Is it a comfort, is it a vice? This indulgent heaven, tasting so nice? He's building his fortress, sugar and spice, Ignoring the whispers, paying the price. But in this moment, it feels so right, Chasing the sweetness, bathed in delight. [Chorus] Oh, Stink, what's the matter with Stink? He's reaching for more, before you can blink! Ice cream, coffee cake, bars so dark, Cupcakes, cookies, a sweet, sweet spark. Fudge cake piled high, his sacred six, Lost in the flavors, playing his tricks. What's wrong with Stink? Why does he try? He's too fat for snacks, oh my, oh my! [Outro] Snacks, snacks, snacks! Oh, Stink's too fat for snacks! Yeah, the sweet refrain, Again and again!