I'll Never Have That Recipe Again by Richard O'Brien

Love is like a good soufflé: sweet, light, and full of air;

It's not the kind of thing just anybody can prepare - 

A fragile breath inside a ramekin.

And love collapses, love deflates,

Resists the cookie-cutter shapes

You force it into like a mannequin.

Yeah, love can make your stomach hurt

Until you're left with just desserts

And sugar in the place of sympathy.

But there's a place for you and me:

It's called the Heartache Bakery.

You can't always get what you want

But you might get what you need.

If it's broken your will, you can eat your fill

At the Heartache Bakery.

Madeleines in the morning; macaroons in the afternoon.

There's flapjack crumbs in every corner of the room,

And we can soothe your pain with pain au chocolat.

You can eat croissants, leave a trail of flakes

From the Chelsea buns to the Eccles cakes,

And they never lead back to the way things really are.

Toffee tiffin, Yorkshire Parkin,

Gingerbread man, I'm as happy as Larkin;

Do you remember when you were sweet on me?

But there's a place for you and me:

It's called the Heartache Bakery.

You can't always get what you want

But you might get what you need.

If it's broken your will, you can eat your fill

At the Heartache Bakery.

But grease the tin,

Grind the flour, knead the dough.

I'm gonna miss you when you go.