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