| I was hanging out by the freezers,
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| When I saw you sitting there,
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| Getting bollocked by your supervisor,
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| But you didn’t seem to care.
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| And when it came time to check-out,
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| You stood beside my til,
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| I said «retail is the pits»
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| And then I scanned your anxiety pills,
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| I’m gonna finish what I started
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| I’m gonna go to the supermarket,
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| Straightening my tie,
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| Plucking up the might,
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| To ask you out on Saturday night,
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| Walking you down the aisle,
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| We took some cheap enjoyment,
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| Lamenting neoliberal,
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| Precarious employment,
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| But this flutter in my chest,
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| Keeps on getting scarier,
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| I’m an unexpected item,
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| In your bagging area,
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| Oh oh, when you gonna, when you gonna,
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| Oh oh, when you gonna get off work?
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| If there’s something you’re too shy to say,
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| We can go somewhere more private,
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| If you’re scared of what might happen,
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| You won’t know until you try it,
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| I’m a person, you’re a person,
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| Nothing else is really certain,
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| And the evening is still young,
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| Let’s get out of here and have some fun.
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| We fell in love in a supermarket. |