My Favorite Record Shop

This is my favorite record shop
And every day I’ve got to stop
I check out the new and used I
Remember how you abused my
Heart in my favorite record shop

This is the place that I met you
Your eyes were black your hair was blue
You sold me your favorite bands and
You read the lines on my hands
And taught me ‘bout the things I never knew

So tell me why do I have to face this without you
Tell me why do I…
“Cause I’m not gonna make it
Don’t think I can take this anymore

I’ve got nothing left to sing about
Since you took my headphones and moved out
My clothes are all outdated
My new tattoo is faded
I’ve got nothin’ left to sing about

(Keep it movin’, we’ll keep it movin all night…)

lyrics by Jeff Smetana © 2001

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