Bruce Springsteen - Queen Of The Supermarket lyrics on LyricWorld.com

Language: vn EN

Match:	Exact phrase with all of the words
Search in:	Song title Artist Both

Browse: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Songs

Albums

Album: Working On A Dream (2009)
Artists: Bruce Springsteen

Song: Queen Of The Supermarket
Artists: Bruce Springsteen
Favorite: Add Remove

You know? I don't tire of spying you
in the section of special offers
and household goods.
I wear, like you,
your name stapled on my chest
and, in my hands, rosebush thorns.

You've scanned
my habits, my food,
my sin, my manna.
And among the offers our song
can be heard through the PA.
I'll take you dancing tonight.

Queen of the supermarket,
mistress of mi ship,
I'll be your Barbarossa.
We'll board your galleon,
we'll fill the shopping cart with cans,
we'll throw our fear overboard.

Queen of the supermarket,
mistress of the saloon,
I'll be your Jesse James.
It'll be the perfect hold-up,
We'll escape with the loot
to the beaches of Almer�a,
to the nearby Far West1.

My heart and my credit card
are burning, my fridge is
full of champagne.
You gave me the most whitening bleach,
buy one get one free, and the softest
toilet paper I could ever dream of.

We'll break our bonds.
I'll tear the shopping list
and your temporary contract.
You break the seal on the cash register
but keep your uniform.
Tonight will be special.

Queen of the supermarket,
mistress of mi ship,
I'll be your Barbarossa.
We'll board your galleon,
we'll fill the cart with cans,
we'll throw our fear overboard.

Queen of the supermarket,
mistress of the saloon,
I'll be your Jesse James.
It'll be the perfect hold-up,
We'll escape with the loot
to the beaches of Almer�a,
to the nearby Far West.

Queen of the supermarket,
mistress of the saloon,
I'll be your Jesse James.
It'll be the perfect hold-up,
We'll escape with the loot
to the beaches of Almer�a,
to the nearby Far West.

Videos