The Bakery

The Bakery. So, it’s been a while since I’ve posted. Almost a year. I wanted to follow up the last song with something light but I just kept writing sad songs. I’m not sad so why am I writing sad songs? Who cares but, this is not a sad song. Here’s the story;

I go to a bakery on the weekend every once in a while. I get these maple butter tarts that I swear are better than Jesus’s own cookies, that is, if Jesus makes cookies [Edit – oh man, of course there are Jesus cookies they look pretty shitty though]. Anyway, there’s a girl that works there who’s very nice. She always has a big smile and asks me what I have planned for today. I sometimes think about making up something exciting, like “I’m going to base jump the CN Tower right after I sing to a bunch of dying kids at Sick Kids”  but my answers always seem to fall flat, like “Um…nothing”. It’s sweet that she asks though.

So one day after gorging myself on, not only a 9000 calorie butter tart but also an apple caramel tart, I picked up my guitar, sugar high in full effect, and wrote the chorus of this song. The idea was this; A boy likes a girl who works in a bakery. He keeps going in to see her but can’t get the nerve to talk to her so he keeps ordering baked goods. He finds himself not only love-sick but also overweight from ordering too many pastries.

I’m happy to report this is not based on a true story rather just inspired by a girl who works in a bakery and a love for a maple butter tart.

Here is the only picture I could find that would work with the story…. the guy’s not fat but the girl looks sweet so it’ll do.

She works down the street from me
Sweetest thing in the bakery
And I go in everyday
But I don’t know what to say
The words escape me
So I order a pastry

Oh, sweet little thing in the bakery
Your name’s still a mystery
Melt my heart with a butter tart
Or some delicious treat
Hope you like them chubby guys
Cause visiting you increased my size
But it’s worth it just to see your eyes
Oh you’re the one most sweet

I used to be so very trim
I used to have only one chin
But I’m so desperately lost
But it’s well worth the cost
To see those pretty eyes
Behind all those pies

Oh, sweet little thing in the bakery
Your name’s still a mystery
Melt my heart with a butter tart
Or some delicious treat
Hope you like them fatty one
Cause I keep ordering cinnamon buns
One look from you I come undone
Oh you’re the one most sweet

I made a promise to myself
To stop going in to spare my heath
But I was so incomplete
and I realize what was the best treat
So I’d go back in one more time
And, I’d speak my mind

And I’d say…

Sweet little thing in the bakery
I’d like to know your name please
Will you go on a date with me
A picnic in the park
Hope you like affectionate men
Cause I’m not gonna let go of your hand
I can meet you after I get home from the gym
Oh you have got my heart

Oh, sweet little thing in the bakery
Your name’s still a mystery
Melt my heart with a butter tart
Or some delicious treat
Hope you like them chubby guys
Cause visiting you increased my size
But it’s worth it just to see your eyes
Oh you’re the one most sweet

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5 Responses to “The Bakery”

  1. Chris Thinn says:

    Awe… will this girl hear the song?

  2. Sarah says:

    So cute – I was getting worried you had abandoned this blog and taken a vow of silence! Sadly, I have never had a pastry inspire me to write, must not be hitting the right places . . . somewhere out there is a pain au chocolat waiting to inspire me.

  3. Jason H. says:

    Love this!

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