The echoes of the hallways

 perform on this scene

 as a tempered beat

of peoples feet

So much confusion meets my ears

As I have them open

hoping to hear

 the secrets of the women

coming here

To meet me for lunch

I’m heading

to go shopping with them

We’re going to find

 all the sales and deals of the day

What a wonderful afternoon

Full of lobbying and hopping

 from store to store

We were born for this


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