[Verse 1]
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The ticking of the oven clock never annoys Madam Truffle
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while she's baking her famous goodies.
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The crowd lines up outside the door
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and lets out a giant roar,
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when she peaks out from the blinds
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and then opens up the store.
[Chorus 1]
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Peach, Cherry, Boysenberry tarts, even the dentist lets her
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little daughter fill up her cart baked in shapes of growling
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tigers and frowning Napoleon Bonapartes. Madam
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Truffle turns the baking of pastries into an art!
[Bridge 1]
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As night descends and before she goes to sleep, she
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must take a little peek into a shoebox she hides
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behind the dresser. It's contents fill her heart with fear,
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she will surely never throw it away, she has to look inside
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the box at the close of every day.
[Verse 2]
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Birds on the windowsill always sing for Madam Truffle
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to help her wake up on time in the morning
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she stacks the goodies on the shelves
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so the folks can help themselves
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some parents tried to tell their kids
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that she gets help from tiny elves.
[Chorus 2]
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Peach, Cherry, Boysenberry tarts, even the dentist lets her
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little daughter fill up her cart baked in shapes of growling
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tigers and frowning Napoleon Bonapartes. Madam
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Truffle turns the baking of pastries into an art!
[Bridge 2]
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As night descends and before she goes to sleep, she
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must take a little peek into a shoebox she hides
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behind the dresser. She is sadly aware she will never know
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the love of a man or he'd be sure to find the box and would never understand.
[Verse 3]
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Misery and loneliness seldom befall Madam Truffle
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