(Shop, shop, shop 'till you drop)
(Shop, shop, shop 'till you drop)
Walking through this paradise
Oh, it seems so very nice
But only 'till you realise
That every jewel has its price
Strolling through the shopping mall
Look at that! Oh, way too small
Going home, cry down the mall
'cause nothing fits me after all
All you women
Go on shopping
That's what you're
Supposed to do
You like to compare
The thousands of colours
And eventually go home blue
Pretty dresses look so fine
Oh, I want to make them mine
Don't tell me we don't have the time
Oh, you bet, I'm gonna stand in line
All you fellows, do watch out
Always tell her you're so proud
Even when she's freaking out
Say that she looks marvelous and say it out loud
All you women
Go on shopping
That's what you're
Supposed to do
You like to compare
The thousands of colours
And eventually go home blue
All you women
Go on shopping
That's what you're
Supposed to do
You like to compare
The thousands of colours
And eventually go home blue
All you women
Go on shopping
That's what you're
Supposed to do
We like to compare
The thousands of colours
And eventually go home blue
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