Murder on 12th Street

I am known as the Cupcake Man Best red velvet in all the land Secret methods shall never be known Save for those who get baked to the bone Eyes so gentle, a fire lay within Red mane made with ghostly white skin Heart from hell, yet grew a love spell A match made in velvet heaven Finally, the day has come My heart's beating bright like a drum She doesn't know when I'm around But I know where she is bound Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide I spy her with my little eye I am known as the Cupcake Man Best red velvet in all the land Secret methods shall never be known Save for those who get baked to the bone