this heart's on the stand
mix and match and melt in my mouth
nothing ever goes quite as planned
you'll fly north and i'll sail south
still refuse to reach in your pocket
everything is temporary written on that sand
looking for the girl that meets supply with demand
that heart's off the rails
a ship in the harbor with wind in it's sails
chain up love inside the chain-store girl
chain up love and exchange it
is monsieur a connoisseur or just short-changed
off the rack or custom-fit it all seems the same
look but don't touch in paradise
don't let them catch you damaging the merchandise
i get sales talk from sales assistants
when all i want to do girl is lower your resistance
looking for the girl that meets supply with demand
brings out the woman in me