Il testo della Shopping

High town, high street connections
With clothes at the top of my list
You could steal things from the jewelry department
But you can't take kind or steal a kiss

As i flit from shop window to window
I'm trying to pick up a friendly bargain
But it's not like the adverts all make out
And there's no one to greet you as a friend

I dress myself for the part
I smile but it just don't work
Something about my face must just be the wrong shape
I better try another brand pretty quick

I'm haunted by the colors and hoardings
A reminder that i must be inadequate
High town, high street connection
With clothes at the top of my list