Precarious (The Supermarket Song) - Martha

I was hanging out by the freezers,

When I saw you sitting there,

Getting bollocked by your supervisor,

But you didn’t seem to care.

And when it came time to check-out,

You stood beside my til,

I said «retail is the pits»

And then I scanned your anxiety pills,

I’m gonna finish what I started

I’m gonna go to the supermarket,

Straightening my tie,

Plucking up the might,

To ask you out on Saturday night,

Walking you down the aisle,

We took some cheap enjoyment,

Lamenting neoliberal,

Precarious employment,

But this flutter in my chest,

Keeps on getting scarier,

I’m an unexpected item,

In your bagging area,

Oh oh, when you gonna, when you gonna,

Oh oh, when you gonna get off work?

If there’s something you’re too shy to say,

We can go somewhere more private,

If you’re scared of what might happen,

You won’t know until you try it,

I’m a person, you’re a person,

Nothing else is really certain,

And the evening is still young,

Let’s get out of here and have some fun.

We fell in love in a supermarket.