Chorus
Sugar cubes piled high, oh my, what a sight
Silver spoons glimmer, pastries lined up tight
Fine china rattles as taxis rush past
Fancy tea party, wishing it could last
Post-Chorus
Oh, pass the scones (please do)
Oh, raise your cup
Verse 2
Top hats and laughter, so out of place
Linen and lace in this bustling space
Crumbs on the pavement, jam by the jar
Pouring Darjeeling, pretending we’re stars
Pre-Chorus
Towers of treat, the kettle’s steam
City that roars, but we still dream
Chorus
Sugar cubes piled high, oh my, what a sight
Silver spoons glimmer, pastries lined up tight
Fine china rattles as taxis rush past
Fancy tea party, wishing it could last
Post-Chorus
Oh, pass the scones
Oh, raise your cup
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