They’re making babies on the television
I can see the bombs drop in the intermission
Someone tries to sell me a new lipgloss
While I'm waiting in the supermarket line

The alcoholic in front of me
Buys a salad to go with his bottle of red
And the two beers that he needs early in
The morning before the supermarket line

I am thinking about my babies
Need to hurry home and maybe fix them
Something fast to eat and not forget
The neighbours need a hand
With the trashcan in the supermarket line

And the candy wrappers shine like jewels
That you don’t notice anymore
Mama said there ain’t nothing to it
These are the ways my girl

These are the ways of the world
There ain’t nothing you can do about it girl
Watch it burn, bust and go up in smoke
While the anchorman makes another joke

The cashier winks at me
Because the alcoholic forgot all his change
And as we both call him back
He turns and smiles and says he’s sorry
To the supermarket line

I mimic that’s okay, not in a hurry
Anyway while the students behind me
Keep on discussing how to best get to
The party after the supermarket line

And the candy wrappers shine like
Jewels that you don’t notice anymore
Mama said there ain’t nothing to it
These are the ways my girl

These are the ways of the world
There ain’t nothing you can do about
It girl, Watch it burn, bust and go up
In smoke while the anchorman makes
Another joke