Flour on the Slab
Style: Funk strut

[Verse 1]
Paper bags are rustling loud
Flour dust hangs like a cloud
Cold marble waits for something good
You walk in and you steal the crowd

[Chorus]
Angus, put your hands up high
Everybody knows the reason why
You turn a plain old room to gold
Angus, this one's your July

[Verse 2]
Sugar spilling off the scale
Nobody's watching, we're all stale
Then you laugh and the whole place turns
You're the spark that we can't fail

[Pre-chorus]
Candles waiting, wicks stand tall
Every voice here knows the call
We're leaning in before you fall into

[Chorus]
Angus, put your hands up high
Everybody knows the reason why
You turn a plain old room to gold
Angus, this one's your July

[Bridge]
However far this year has run
You brought the warmth, you were the sun
Nobody else could do what you've done

[Chorus]
Angus, put your hands up high
Everybody knows the reason why
You turn a plain old room to gold
Angus, this one's your July

[Outro]
Flour still hangs soft in the air
We're glad we found you standing there

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