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I went through the automatic doors |
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My shopping cart ran in to hers |
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Our eyes met for a second, then she turned away |
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And after just a little while |
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I went in to the canned goods aisle |
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And there she was just standing there smiling |
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I was hoping she'd look at me |
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But she was checking out the lima beans |
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And artichoke, my heart was broken in pieces |
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By my supermarket fantasy |
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I didn't want to seem obsessed |
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I checked |
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Farina off my list |
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But I couldn't keep my mind off those perfect lips |
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I saw her start to walk my way |
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Thought that everything would be ok |
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Then I ran in to the cocoa puffs display |
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I hurried to the checkout line |
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Wishing I could push back time |
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I looked around and she was right behind me |
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My supermarket fantasy |
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I wanna clip your coupons girl |
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I wanna squeeze your charmin too |
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I wanna be your grocery bagger forever |
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And we'll go shopping every night |
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Up and down the empty aisles |
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And I'll always make sure your melons are ripe |
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But I can't get up the nerve |
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I can have the best buys in the world |
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But I'll never share a shhopping cart with her |
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My supermarket fantasy |
