Left on Preheat - Flirty Pop-Funk Song

Whoopsie. Forgot the oven.

Lyrics:
Timer’s on...
You said you'd come back when I’m warm enough.
Well baby... I'm burning now.

You set me high, then walked away,
Lights still on, I'm in the tray.
Temperature risin’, breathin’ steam,
Waitin’ on your hands to handle me.
I'm marinated, dressed to serve,
Glistenin’ hot with every curve.
You said, “Just wait,” now time is gone —
I’m feelin’ crispy with nothin’ on.

I’m not raw, I’m ready to bake,
Don’t make me rise for someone fake.
Sizzle in me, don't delay —
'Cause I could spoil if you stay away...

Left on preheat, now I’m burnin’ up,
You got me waitin’ in nothin’ but luck.
Hot and bothered, buttered just right,
All I need is you tonight.
Left on preheat, I can’t hold it in,
Drippin’ desire down to my skin.
If you don’t come, I’m goin’ to waste —
Feast or famine, baby, taste.

You said, “Don’t peek, it ruins the rise,”
But I see that hunger behind your eyes.
I’m golden brown and smellin’ divine,
Push your buttons — set the time.
No need for sides, I’m all you need,
The only heat you’ll ever feed.
So toss that apron, lose the gloves,
It’s time to dine the way we love.

I’m not raw, I’m ready to bake,
Don’t make me rise for someone fake.
You lit the flame, now play your part —
Come finish what you made with heart.

Left on preheat, now I’m burnin’ up,
You got me waitin’ in nothin’ but luck.
Hot and bothered, buttered just right,
All I need is you tonight.
Left on preheat, don’t let me dry,
The flavor fades if you pass me by.
I’m not a snack, I’m a full-course fate —
Open the door before it’s too late.

Whispers in the oven light,
You ghostin' like it’s not midnight.
But baby, you smell that sin?
Dessert's beggin’ — come dig in.

Left on preheat, I’m your heatwave soul,
Served on a plate and losin’ control.
Bubblin’ over, don’t make me beg —
You better lick it off the leg.
Left on preheat, final call —
This cake won’t wait, won’t rise at all.
So grab your mitts and break that seal —
It’s time you taste what’s real.

You left me hot and ready…
But next time, I’m cookin’ for someone who shows up.

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