Buns ‘N’ Roses Andrew Lloyd Webber
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[FLOWER SELLER]
Roses, glorious roses
Lovingly planted fruit of the land
[MILKMAIDS]
Fresh milk, creamy and frothy
Straight from my dairy, squeezed by my hand
[RIBBON SELLER]
Ribbons, colorful ribbons
Truly a rainbow, simply divine
[BAKER]
Hot buns, check out my hot buns
True, there are not buns equal to mine
[MINSTREL]
Oh, quelle belle matinee
Oh, quelle belle journee
[BAKER, spoken]
Ah, I see you're admiring my buns, child
[URCHIN, spoken]
I can't afford one, sir
Roses, glorious roses
Lovingly planted fruit of the land
[MILKMAIDS]
Fresh milk, creamy and frothy
Straight from my dairy, squeezed by my hand
[RIBBON SELLER]
Ribbons, colorful ribbons
Truly a rainbow, simply divine
[BAKER]
Hot buns, check out my hot buns
True, there are not buns equal to mine
[MINSTREL]
Oh, quelle belle matinee
Oh, quelle belle journee
[BAKER, spoken]
Ah, I see you're admiring my buns, child
[URCHIN, spoken]
I can't afford one, sir
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