Chorus~How Sweet to Taste some shiny Pancake goo 2×

I needed something to make my breakfast great,
There she was,
It had to be something buttery before it's too late,
I wanna be her because
Her plasma's so rich and delicious,
Better giddy than vicious,
I have to stop...to eat my flapjacks,
The syrup bottle fop...to give out feedback, after all..
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And now some wrinkles on my face start to become legit,
I'm getting older and fatter, though I'm shrinking a bit,
The feeling of my feet is about to disappear,
My head has a yellow cap and my body is clear,
I'm a stout senior though I can't help but smile,
Since my thick product's taking its time on that pancake pile,
I felt a pop...my dress has a button,
I'm full of sweet brown glop...& that's something, you see with it...

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More artificial than honey
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During the saxophone solo, the kid-turned-senior citizen mascot gave some flowery giggles, knowing she's changing back. For instance, her black hair gathered up and grew into a bun that might be small to us, but to her, it's the size and shape of a freshly cooked biscuit you fit into your hand. An equally clear apron tightly tied around her two inch waist with the front showing her name: Mrs. Butterworth.

My syrup's so buttery, that's how my name spells,
You can find me on the supermarket sauce shelf,
You'll truly love...What's in the bottle,
No need to shove...or go full throttle, ah yes...

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On waffles and French toast too.
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Don't sing with your mouth full, young lady.
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