Post by Nuala Bowtitt on Mar 28, 2007 18:26:54 GMT
THE CONVENIENCE STORE
The convenience store is situated halfway down the road
The shutters always open, the front door never closed
Supplies are always plentiful, you never have to wait
And everything your heart desires is dished up on a plate.
D’you need someone to talk to in the middle of the night
When booze no longer compensates for the emptiness inside.
Just find the shelf marked ‘ telephone ‘ – don’t give the time a thought.
She’ll probably be fast asleep but she wakes up like a shot.
She’ll treat you as a long lost friend no matter how she feels.
She’ll soothe away your drunken pain and stay until it heals.
You want collection service? That’s down the ‘ Heathrow ‘ aisle.
Just give the flight and terminal and she’ll be there with a smile.
Your stay will be like Paradise – she’s bought in surplus stocks.
She’ll feed you and she’ll bed you and GOOD GOD! She’ll wash your socks.
You’d like to see some football? You only have to tell.
She’ll get you tickets, pay for them and buy you lunch as well
And when your visit’s over, she’ll even have the grace
To look sad that you’re going as the tears run down her face.
Well! Gather up ye rosebuds – your time is running out.
You’ve dabbled in the Superstore and your shop girl has found out.
The next time you desire her, she may be indisposed
You’ll fly across to find that her convenience store has closed !
The convenience store is situated halfway down the road
The shutters always open, the front door never closed
Supplies are always plentiful, you never have to wait
And everything your heart desires is dished up on a plate.
D’you need someone to talk to in the middle of the night
When booze no longer compensates for the emptiness inside.
Just find the shelf marked ‘ telephone ‘ – don’t give the time a thought.
She’ll probably be fast asleep but she wakes up like a shot.
She’ll treat you as a long lost friend no matter how she feels.
She’ll soothe away your drunken pain and stay until it heals.
You want collection service? That’s down the ‘ Heathrow ‘ aisle.
Just give the flight and terminal and she’ll be there with a smile.
Your stay will be like Paradise – she’s bought in surplus stocks.
She’ll feed you and she’ll bed you and GOOD GOD! She’ll wash your socks.
You’d like to see some football? You only have to tell.
She’ll get you tickets, pay for them and buy you lunch as well
And when your visit’s over, she’ll even have the grace
To look sad that you’re going as the tears run down her face.
Well! Gather up ye rosebuds – your time is running out.
You’ve dabbled in the Superstore and your shop girl has found out.
The next time you desire her, she may be indisposed
You’ll fly across to find that her convenience store has closed !
