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I walk into the store 
She comes to greet me
Can I help you miss 
Is there anything you'd like to see?    
No, just looking  
Too early to decide  
But I'll let you know 
When the time arrives. 

Those red bottoms are cute 
Or maybe the boots
What could I wear them with 
Perhaps a suit?        

Here she comes   
Watching me like a hawk 
Standing next to me, rearranging socks.  

What about the others 
The daughter and mother 
The soccer mom over there
They're not receiving the same glare.
I can clearly see  
All eyes are on me.

Look at those earrings 
Silver and gold 
The perfect accessory 
To add a little bling.  

And....she's back
Just won't let me be 
Buzzing around 
Like a little bee.

Maybe I'm being paranoid, imagining things
I guess it's okay 
If she recounts the rings.

Perhaps I'll test my theory 
Go to the middle of the store.
If she follows me again 
I'll know for sure.
Check out those sweaters  
Perfect for this weather. 
Just choose a color 
Meanwhile, she'll bug the girl's mother. 

The gray one or the blue   
My closet's aching for something new    
But before I can make up my mind   
Coming in from behind
Once again I see - 
All eyes are on me.                                       

Girl, don't let it get to you                   
Get yo shop on!
Retail therapy never hurt anyone.        

The sweaters must need re-folding 
Is she worried about the clothes I'm holding?  
Does she think I'll stuff them in my purse  
This shopping while black thing is a real curse.

Some would question 
Why do I care?
If I'm not guilty 
It shouldn't matter how they treat me.   
But is it right 
To be presumed a thief on sight?
Every shopping spree 
All eyes are on me.

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