If a cupcake was a metaphor I’ll tell you who I’d get it for And give it away on this Valentine’s Day The real cupcakes Are the friends we made along the way

If a cupcake was a simile Like a smile you would give to me We could sing and play the whole night and day The real cupcakes are the friends we made along the way

The people we meet Can be pleasantly sweet Enticingly colored, a cream-filled treat But that metaphor’s breaking down a little That’s ok, we made it past the middle

If a cupcake was poetry I’d ask you to go with me Just one time more to the big cupcake store So we could go up to the counter person and say The real cupcakes are the friends we made along the way