Am E Her name was Flora Spread and she lived on Hovis HillF Bb E Overlooking Baker Town from the window of her flour millAm E The bright lights of the city fueled her longing to createF Bb E With the innovative bakers with whom she knew she could relateAm E F Bb E She saw the cakes they cooked and the muffins that they madeAm E F Bb E But she kept on beating her bread, all the while feeling betrayedAm E F Bb E That her mother left her in this mess of yeast, flour and doughAm E F E Am G D She must taste inspiration and stop chewing the bread of woeAm G D Woah-oah-oahAm G Down in baker town lived Victoria SpongeD E But her cakes just weren't selling so she knew that it was time to takeAm G A plunge into the new, and see things from a brand new viewG E "And yes young Miss Flora I am talking to youAm E F Bb E Won't you come down that hill of yours and work here in my shop?Am E F Bb E You might have to bake until the ovens pop!Am E F Bb E But I need your creative eyeAm E F E With my wisdom and your innovationAm E F E Am G D Together we can bake the Perfect Success PieAm G D Success PieAm G D E Success Pie-ie-iee"F E Bread! BDAD !Am E F Bb EAm E F EAm E After just one week in that shop, Flora's business was boomingF Bb E Her creativity blooming and her customers consumingAm E But looming, on the horizon, lay a rising problemF Bb E People couldn't stop eating, and there was nothing that could stop themAm E F Bb E What was once a people of pretty balanced dietsAm E F Bb E Baker Town without its bread was revolution without riotsAm E F Bb E Flora closed her shop down, but she knew it was too lateAm E F E Am G D And soon enough the population of the town was overweightAm G D OverweightAm G D E F E Overwei-hey-yay-e-ightF E Bread! BDAD !Am E F Bb EAm E F GA Dm A Dm A And so, the very next day Flora went back to her millDm A Dm G And opened up her bread shopA Dm A Dm A But it seemed, to Flora's dismay that no one wanted her breadDm A Dm G And she was left alone up on the hilltopD F G Victoria Sponge kept on bakingD F E Eb With recipes she stole from Flora's notesD F G And Flora's heart kept breakingD F E Eb D As the cakes continued rising, and the bread became toast...
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