Idea Baby

I've got an idea, baby We don't need other men or their horses How about we remain in the fortress, gluing us back I've got an idea, baby Metairie night in Sheet pan of cinnamon rolls and me and you You don't buy what I say When you lie, and you're good at it You can ruin all of the good you get in elaborate ways Cut me to ground Or you could stay, and you could hear me out I've got an idea, baby Say we quit the mess, head to Ruidoso Do a dummy check, leaving nothing open No trace