I pass that way every day,
I see you there at the corner shop.
You look at me, but you don’t see
You are too busy to even notice.
I’d like to chat about this and that
But when I walk in the corner shop,
There’s always a queue, oh what can I do,
You’re always too busy selling
Morning papers and margarine
I’ve spent all of my money,
I guess I’ll buy one more magazine,
But when is it all gonna stop?
I love you but forget that corner shop.
I’ve got a house, a neat little house,
It’s full of the things from your corner shop,
I’ve got some socks, still in the box,
I just don’t need them so why unwrap them?
I’ve got enough, with all of the stuff
To start off my own little corner shop,
But I delay and hope that one day,
You won’t be too busy selling
Morning papers and…. |
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