Letras
Butter smells and flour dust
A golden crunch a perfect crust
Bonjour monsieur the usual please
A simple life a moment of ease
The warmth is leaning against the wall
Warm bread in a paper bag so sweet
Walking home on light and happy feet
Morning colors never seem to lag
With a fresh baguette in a brown paper bag
Making the ritual so complete
The hip old rhythm of the bakery street
Steam rising from the oven door
Cycles leaning by the store
The city's scent is fresh and sweet
Walking down this cobblestone street
Life is simple life is good
Warm bread in a paper bag so sweet
Walking home on light and happy feet
Morning colors never seem to lag
With a fresh baguette in a brown paper bag
Making the ritual so complete
The hip old rhythm of the bakery street