[00:02.022]I step inside and put my small doubt on the shelf
[00:06.489]I toss my caution out and ignore my inner self
[00:10.889]Now every little thing is tugging at my sleeve
[00:14.867]I never check the numbers, this is make-believe
[00:20.400]The total barely registers inside my head
[00:24.933]I'm chasing all the colors, not the cost, instead
[00:29.311]The beeping at the counter sounds a happy tune
[00:32.689]I pay the cashier with a card almost too soon
[00:37.089]The bags are swinging heavy with my new delight
[00:41.533]But somehow the weight doesn't feel quite right
[00:45.978]The spark was free, but the price is on the tag
[00:50.511]I wonder if the pleasure came from the bag
[00:55.489]It doesn't matter what the tag says, the brand feels new
[00:59.844]The digits on the card turn into a pretty cue
[01:04.378]I only want the things that make me smile
[01:08.822]I just ignore the cost and take the style
[01:13.222]I flip the price tag
[01:16.467]The total spins, I lose the count
[01:20.889]The craving is my only true prize
[01:25.400]I don't compare the cost, just the size
[01:30.289]The cart is a whirl
[01:33.111]Each brand new item wears a happy face
[01:37.556]I hope this feeling doesn't slip and race
[01:41.356]The receipt wraps the purchase in cheap lace
[01:46.422]Oh, the thrill
[01:49.711]I toss my worries into the bin
[01:53.511]The cost is just a fiction, I am sold on the spin
[01:57.700]The label is a rumor, not a law
[02:02.478]I bought it for the feeling that it always draws
[02:06.322]The checkout line is part of the grand display
[02:10.856]I watch the numbers click and roll like a new play
[02:15.189]The total is a wild abstract of all my choices
[02:20.211]The price tag cannot count my silly little voices
[02:24.656]The joy is in the grabbing, not the keeping
[02:29.078]The price is just a thing that keeps on creeping
[02:33.011]I buy the thing that makes my spirit feel complete
[02:36.856]The total in the bag is just a tiny beat
[02:42.100]The numbers are a language that I won't ever speak
[02:46.300]The price becomes a distant rhyme, a pulse I won't seek
[02:51.189]I already know the thrill is beyond the bill
[02:55.433]So I let my fingers have their own will
[02:59.678]I flip the price tag
[03:02.967]The total spins, I lose the count
[03:07.389]This craving is a fever I can't fight
[03:11.922]I pay with plastic, holding it tight
[03:16.722]The scanner sings ping
[03:19.700]I grab the bag and feel the freedom's weight
[03:23.100]I love the splurge, I really can't wait
[03:27.811]The price falls off, I'd rather be elate
[03:48.522]Desire's clear