I've broken vows, dispelled the gloom, Erupted from illness, confronted doom, Ended campaigns, charmed into bed, I'm the sound of someone killing, Or I might be canned instead

I’m smooth with my moves and sharp in the game, I might steal your heart or chase the acclaim. On fields or in love, I’m always in the lead, From matches to romance, I know how to succeed.

My first part an actor who might cruise away, My second a lady part that might make your day, Put me together and despite my rude name, I'm just a little songbird, really, quite tame.

I make slips, but I do not make juice. People often split me.

Sometimes I'm buttery, sometimes I'm bad. I can make a whole sports arena sad, I can make a whole bakery smell rad.