[00:01.655]I step inside and put my small doubt on the shelf
[00:05.309]I toss my caution out and ignore my inner self
[00:08.909]Now every little thing is tugging at my sleeve
[00:12.164]I never check the numbers, this is make-believe
[00:16.691]The total barely registers inside my head
[00:20.400]I'm chasing all the colors, not the cost, instead
[00:23.982]The beeping at the counter sounds a happy tune
[00:26.745]I pay the cashier with a card almost too soon
[00:30.345]The bags are swinging heavy with my new delight
[00:33.982]But somehow the weight doesn't feel quite right
[00:37.618]The spark was free, but the price is on the tag
[00:41.327]I wonder if the pleasure came from the bag
[00:45.400]It doesn't matter what the tag says, the brand feels new
[00:48.964]The digits on the card turn into a pretty cue
[00:52.673]I only want the things that make me smile
[00:56.309]I just ignore the cost and take the style
[00:59.909]I flip the price tag
[01:02.564]The total spins, I lose the count
[01:06.182]The craving is my only true prize
[01:09.873]I don't compare the cost, just the size
[01:13.873]The cart is a whirl
[01:16.182]Each brand new item wears a happy face
[01:19.818]I hope this feeling doesn't slip and race
[01:22.927]The receipt wraps the purchase in cheap lace
[01:27.073]Oh, the thrill
[01:29.764]I toss my worries into the bin
[01:32.873]The cost is just a fiction, I am sold on the spin
[01:36.300]The label is a rumor, not a law
[01:40.209]I bought it for the feeling that it always draws
[01:43.355]The checkout line is part of the grand display
[01:47.064]I watch the numbers click and roll like a new play
[01:50.609]The total is a wild abstract of all my choices
[01:54.718]The price tag cannot count my silly little voices
[01:58.355]The joy is in the grabbing, not the keeping
[02:01.973]The price is just a thing that keeps on creeping
[02:05.191]I buy the thing that makes my spirit feel complete
[02:08.336]The total in the bag is just a tiny beat
[02:12.627]The numbers are a language that I won't ever speak
[02:16.064]The price becomes a distant rhyme, a pulse I won't seek
[02:20.064]I already know the thrill is beyond the bill
[02:23.536]So I let my fingers have their own will
[02:27.009]I flip the price tag
[02:29.700]The total spins, I lose the count
[02:33.318]This craving is a fever I can't fight
[02:37.027]I pay with plastic, holding it tight
[02:40.955]The scanner sings ping
[02:43.391]I grab the bag and feel the freedom's weight
[02:46.173]I love the splurge, I really can't wait
[02:50.027]The price falls off, I'd rather be elate
[03:06.973]Desire's clear