What's Inside (from Waitress The Musical) sing and play along

(Sugar.) (Sugar.)

(Sugar, butter.)

(Sugar, butter, flour.

Sugar, butter, flour.

Sugar, butter, flour.)

My hands pluck the things I know that I'll need.

I'll take the sugar and butter from the pantry.

I add the flour to begin what I am hoping to start,

and then it's down with the recipe and bake from the heart.

What's inside, ev'ryone wants to know what's inside.

And I always tell them but I

feel something needs to change.

You wanna know what's inside?

I could tell you if I wasn't hiding.

My whole life is in here,

in this kitchen baking.

What a mess I'm making.

(Sugar, butter, flour.

Sugar, butter, flour.)