All day I, dream about...
All day I, dream about...
RETAIL!
Because sex sells
And I could never foretell the consequences of foreplay.
Expiration defines my sober days.
Retail was a crafty mistress.
From our first encounter, she analyzed my thoughts.
Inhaling my dictionary to revise her vocabulary,
No one warned me of her bilingual history.
She was fluent in body language.
... Oh, how quickly she arrested my attention!
I lust for her assets with no regrets
thus begins the abuse of my interests.
Love is blind, yet lust coordinates you towards a goal.
Investment became vital to support my procreation.
She holds the highest position in my company.
Oooooh how misery loves company - I'm miserable without her.
And time heals all - not sure if I'm included...
because time away from her would cost a heavy fine.
I've parked my fucking heart into a harlot.
Soon, that subject becomes an object.
An object becomes obsession.
Slowly, I lose sight of reality.
Retail clouds my memory.
All day I dream about...
All Day I Dream About...
... Sex
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