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Through the automatic doors
My shopping cart ran into hers
Our eyes met for a second, then she turned away
After just a little while
I went into the canned goods aisle
And there she was, just standing there smiling
I was hoping she'd look at me
But she was checking out the lima beans and artichokes
My heart was broke in pieces
By my supermarket fantasy
Didn't want to seem obsessed
I checked Farina off my list
But I couldn't keep my mind off those perfect lips
Saw her start to walk my way
Thought everything would be okay
And then I ran into the Cocoa Puffs display
Hurried to the check-out line
Wishing I could push back time
I looked around and she was right behind me
Wanna clip your coupons, girl
I wanna squeeze your Charmin, too
I wanna be your grocery bagger forever
We'll go shopping every night
Up and down the empty aisles
And I'll always make sure your melons are ripe
But I can't get up the nerve
I can have the best buys in the world
But I'll never share a shopping cart with her
My supermarket fantasy
Supermarket Fantasy [live, Gilman Street 1993] was written by Ben Weasel.