She had a bun in the oven
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It was a hot cross bun
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A bun that was damn hot and angry
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Just puffing and steaming to be someone
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It was the fifties
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There was war in the streets
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With mussolini
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And his gangsters
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Raiding Greek houses
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For blood
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And for meat
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The day
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A mother was to claim
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What was rightfully hers
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The same baker
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Could've saved
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A mother and child
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From simple hunger
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There was tradition in the village
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That when a women is with babe
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She is entitled to a free loaf of bread
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But the baker must see her baby bump on display
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But when the women went to the baker
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He looked her in the stomach and said
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"You do not look very pregnant to me, you are so thin"
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Your stomachs flat, lady
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Your baby is probably dead
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I will not be wasting my bread on liars
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He said
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Women lowered her head
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Face like thunder
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Baker could've saved
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A mother and child
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From simple hunger
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Hot Cross Bun
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| Marina & The Diamonds |
