Well thebest kind of customer is the one that walks in Hands behind their back, they nod with a grin Buy a sticker at the counter, our closest encounter Then I'm holding my breath when the next one walks in
With his hands in a fist and his jaw like a vice He cranks open his mouth spits free advice Says "These postcards are cheap, I want my money back" So I smile politely and hand him the cash
I need a new kind of retail therapy One where I quit my job I think it'd be good for me While they're out there buying what they don't need I'm selling my time for their retail therapy
I could open a practice, come one come all The dressing room attendant, the cop from the mall Bring all your stories of their white collar crimes Complaining about the service on the company's dime
I need a new kind of retail therapy One where I quit my job I think it'd be good for me While they're out there buying what they don't need I'm selling my time for their retail therapy
I need a new kind of retail therapy One where I quit my job I think it'd be good for me While they're out there buying what they don't need I'm selling my time I'm selling my time I'm selling my timeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
