| There’s a wonderful world where all you desire
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| And everything you’ve longed for is at your fingertips
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| Where the bittersweet taste of life is at your lips
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| Where aisles and aisles of dreams await you
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| And the cool promise of ecstasy fills the air
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| At the end of each working day she’s waiting there
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| As the evening sky turns blue
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| A dream awaits in aisle number two
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| With my shopping cart I move through the heart
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| Of a sea of fools so blissfully unaware
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| That they’re in the presence of something wonderful and rare
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| The way she moves behind the counter
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| Beneath her white apron her secret remains hers
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| As she bags the groceries her eyes so bored
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| And sure she’s unobserved
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| There’s nothing I can say
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| Each night I take my groceries and I drift away
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| And I drift away
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| Guidance from the gods above
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| At night I pray for the strength to tell her
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| When I love I love I love I love her so
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| Take my place in the check-out line
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| For one moment her eyes meet mine
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| I’m lifted up, lifted up, lifted up, lifted up
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| Though her company cap covers her hair
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| Nothing can hide the beauty waiting there
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| The beauty waiting there
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| As I lift my groceries in to my car
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| I turn back for a moment and catch a smile
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| That blows this whole fucking place apart
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket
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| I’m in love with the Queen of the Supermarket |