You're My Shop

You're My Shop

I meet you behind closed doors

discover you walking the floor

see everything in you I want 

I know you're my shop

our relations have been constrained

now my credit limit's been raised

I love the weight of full bags

reminded of you in subway ads

the practical side of our love

Is displayed for the world to see

we fit like hand in glove

on sale for the winter season

the only relationship I have

Is the banter with your associates

I live on a planet made up

entirely of parking garages