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I walk into the store
She comes to greet me
Can I help you miss
Is there anything you'd like to see?
No, just looking
Too early to decide
But I'll let you know
When the time arrives.
Those red bottoms are cute
Or maybe the boots
What could I wear them with
Perhaps a suit?
Here she comes
Watching me like a hawk
Standing next to me, rearranging socks.
What about the others
The daughter and mother
The soccer mom over there
They're not receiving the same glare.
I can clearly see
All eyes are on me.
Look at those earrings
Silver and gold
The perfect accessory
To add a little bling.
And....she's back
Just won't let me be
Buzzing around
Like a little bee.
Maybe I'm being paranoid, imagining things I guess it's okay
If she recounts the rings.
Perhaps I'll test my theory
Go to the middle of the store.
If she follows me again
I'll know for sure.
Check out those sweaters
Perfect for this weather.
Just choose a color
Meanwhile, she'll bug the girl's mother.
The gray one or the blue
My closet's aching for something new
But before I can make up my mind
Coming in from behind.
Once again I see
All eyes are on me.
Girl, don't let it get to you
Get yo shop on!
Retail therapy never hurt anyone.
The sweaters must need re-folding
Is she worried about the clothes I'm holding? Does she think I'll stuff them in my purse This shopping while black thing is a real curse.
Some would question
Why do I care?
If I'm not guilty
It shouldn't matter how they treat me.
But is it right
To be presumed a thief on sight?
Every shopping spree All eyes are on me.
