Crawling down, like sniffing hounds.
Strolling through the cities...
Compulsive shoppers storm the malls
with urge to get a treatment.
Stage one!
I hate what I’ve become.
I have such a low self-esteem.
Feel so run out of steam.
Than, in the second phase
I grab my purse in haste
and rush into the store.
Of course to buy some more.
Sell me a lie or I’ll die today.
Help!!!
Sell me a lie or I’ll die today.
Help!!!
Make me pay!
Shopping therapy!
Shocking therapy!
Step three!
My purchase set me free.
The cashier smiles at me.
I use my credit card.
Commercial work of art.
I don’t have cash but yet
fall into a gruesome debt for years.
That’s how I am able to buy all
following the fable,
that tailor makes the man.
Then fourth play makes me sane
and I’ve been screwed again
Just put your head inside the bag
and fear will go away!!!
Sell me a lie or I’ll die today.
Help!!!
Sell me a lie or I’ll die today.
Help!!!
Make me pay!
Shopping therapy!
Shocking therapy!