Boxing Day Sales Songtext
The streets are heaving and it's starting to hail
Golf balls of ice upon the Boxing Day sales
We spot each other in a mannequin's reflection
Sheltering under the eaves of French Connection
Over a scone, "Is Ellie still tap dancing?"
"Has Jenny kept up with her synchronized swimming?"
"And are things any better between you and Tom?"
"I'm so tired of hearing these awful Christmas songs"
Golf balls of ice upon the Boxing Day sales
We spot each other in a mannequin's reflection
Sheltering under the eaves of French Connection
Over a scone, "Is Ellie still tap dancing?"
"Has Jenny kept up with her synchronized swimming?"
"And are things any better between you and Tom?"
"I'm so tired of hearing these awful Christmas songs"
Time to change the record
A howl of blizzard hurls the cafe door ajar
Ah ah, ah ah, you owe it to yoursеlf
Owe it to yourself
Ah ah, ah ah, you owe it to yoursеlf
Owe it to yourself
A drawing tablet with a 30 inch screen
A hulking stainless-steel espresso machine
Green amber earrings, noise cancelling headphones
Cranes paused mid-flight on a quilted kimono
You can't afford to not own this
Go on, go on, you owe it to yourself
Owe it to yourself
Ah ah, ah ah, you owe it to yourself
Owe it to yourself
Yes, you owe it to yourself
Owe it to yourself
A howl of blizzard hurls the cafe door ajar
Ah ah, ah ah, you owe it to yoursеlf
Owe it to yourself
Ah ah, ah ah, you owe it to yoursеlf
Owe it to yourself
A drawing tablet with a 30 inch screen
A hulking stainless-steel espresso machine
Green amber earrings, noise cancelling headphones
Cranes paused mid-flight on a quilted kimono
You can't afford to not own this
Go on, go on, you owe it to yourself
Owe it to yourself
Ah ah, ah ah, you owe it to yourself
Owe it to yourself
Yes, you owe it to yourself
Owe it to yourself
