[Intro]
Dough in the air, bells on the door.
[Verse]
Quirky bakery clerk with a rhyme in hand,
Flavor by flavor, I’m ruling the land.
My rival parrots every tune I bring,
But my imperfect voice makes the whole room sing.
[Chorus]
Whisk it, sing it, imperfect but sweet,
The sweetest note is the one that I meet.
Parrots imitate, but I’m on my own beat,
Whisk it, sing it.
[Bridge]
Citywide stage, I bake with a smile,
The crowd leans in for that honest style.
[Outro]
Whisk it, sing it, taste the dream tonight.
