I think you taught me about everything 
I think you taught me that too 
Did you say that you'd pay better 
If I wanted you 
To come again tomorrow 

Go ahead and fire me 
Mister big 
Your words inspire me 
Like your clothes 

There's a special in aisle c 
And all the people are gone 
I heard you say that to be someone 
You've got someone to pay 
Again tomorrow 

Cassettes are sold in aisle b 
Microphones are too 
I think I've got me a red handed tight fisted excuse 
And I'll be back tomorrow

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Sunday, April 15, 2001.