Yellow Purse

Yellow purse, high up there on the shelf. Yellow purse, I want you for myself. You're made of plastic, and… You have elastic, and… I hold you in my hand… I think you look just grand… And when I get you home… Pile in everything I own… Oh, how I'll love my new purse. Yellow purse, they want me to pay full price. Yellow purse, I don't think that's very nice. I shop from store to store… Each one is charging more… Drive all around the town… Waiting for your mark-down… Then one day I read… Exactly what I need… They've finally put you on sale. Yellow bag -- you'll carry all my swag. Yellow bag -- you clean up with just a damp rag. I went shopping every day… I even put some on lay-away… But when the day was done… I knew they were not the one… Then, finally, one night… This one's exactly right… I've just found my new bag. My pink pants, I think they were made in France. My pink pants, I wear them at every chance. They go with my new shirt… A necklace wouldn't hurt… They're just my favorite shade… I got them tailor-made… There's just one thing I fear… That always brings a tear… They just don't go with my purse.