Retail Therapy Lyrics

Well the best kind of customer is the one that walks in

Hands behind their back, they nod with a grin

Buy a sticker at the counter, our closest encounter

Then I'm holding my breath when the next one walks in

With his hands in a fist and his jaw like a vice

He cranks open his mouth spits free advice

Says "These postcards are cheap, I want my money back"

So I smile politely and hand him the cash

I need a new kind of retail therapy

One where I quit my job

I think it'd be good for me

While they're out there buying what they don't need

I'm selling my time for their retail therapy

I could open a practice, come one come all

The dressing room attendant, the cop from the mall

Bring all your stories of their white collar crimes

Complaining about the service on the company's dime

I need a new kind of retail therapy

One where I quit my job

I think it'd be good for me

While they're out there buying what they don't need

I'm selling my time for their retail therapy

I need a new kind of retail therapy

One where I quit my job

I think it'd be good for me

While they're out there buying what they don't need

I'm selling my time

I'm selling my time

I'm selling my time