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 There's a wonderful world where all you desire And everything you've longed for is at your fingertips Where the bittersweet taste of life is at your lips Where aisles and aisles of dreams await you And the cool promise of ecstasy fills the air At the end of each working day she's waiting there I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket As the evening sky turns blue A dream awaits in aisle number two With my shopping cart I move through the heart Of a sea of fools so blissfully unaware That they're in the presence of something wonderful and rare The way she moves behind the counter Beneath her white apron her secrets remain hers As she bags the groceries, her eyes so bored And sure she is unobserved I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket There's nothing I can say Each night I take my groceries and I drift away, and I drift away With guidance from the gods above At night I pray for the strength to tell the one I love I love, I love, I love her so I take my place in the checkout line For one moment her eyes meet mine And I'm lifted up, lifted up, lifted up, lifted up, lifted away I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket Though a company cap covers her hair Nothing can hide the beauty waiting there The beauty waiting there As I lift my groceries into my cart I turn back for a moment and catch a smile That blows this whole fucking place apart I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket
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Copyright © 2009 Bruce Springsteen (ASCAP)
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