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
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