Hey girl, I see you’re working at the local record store.
I guess your former boss didn’t want you anymore.
But it’s no surprise, cause you’re not very nice.
But the size of your boobs makes everyone forget the prize
of the record that they buy, or the single that they like.
You charged 15 fucking bucks for “When I Look In Your Eyes”
on seven-inch vinyl. Girl, you make me wanna kill ya,
but luckily I found a place that made me really chill yeah.
There’s records in the back, where no one ever came,
and I was wondering why, and I figured they were lame,
but they’re definitely not. I think I found my spot.
I just found a copy of “Dorkrockcorkrod”.

I don’t wanna be your boyfriend. I just wanna buy your records.

Now time and time again I stop by and I walk in
and all the dudes at the counter are trying to get it in.
And you say ‘hi’, but I just walk by.
All the guys in the store keep looking in your eyes.
But I don’t care ‘bout you, I don’t want you to be mine.
I just walk to the back looking for records on Bridge Nine.
But I only find Verse – well, it could be worse.
I also found a copy of “...To The Beat Of A Dead Horse”
in the ten-inch section, which is really super small.
Most people here don’t even buy vynil at all.
They are pretty stupid, they only buy a CD,
and hope that you will let them put their penis in your pussy.

Finally I decide to buy a record at your counter,
the record's out of print so I'm superstoked I found it.
It's a limited version of the Tremulant EP,
it costs 11 euros but I get your smile for free.
And I notice something in your eyes I didn't see before.
Something that I didn't see when I first walked through your doors.
But you're looking lovely and I kinda start to like you.
So now I drop by everyday just to be beside you.
I still don't wanna sleep with you or go out on a date,
but I'm dreaming that we'll open our own record store someday.
We'll have a bunch of kids come by after school is done;
you'll try to sell them Smiths records and I'll give them the Ramones.