There's a wonderful world where all you desire. And everything you've longed for is at your fingertips. Where the bittersweet taste of life is at your lips. Where aisles and aisles of dreams await you. And the cool promise of ecstasy fills the air. At the end of each working day she's waiting there. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. As the evening sky turns blue. A dream awaits in aisle number two. With my shopping cart I move through the heart. Of a sea of fools so blissfully unaware. That they're in the presence of something wonderful and rare. The way she moves behind the counter. Beneath her white apron her secrets remain hers. As she bags the groceries her eyes so bored. And sure she's unobserved. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. There's nothing I can say. Each night I take my groceries and I drift away. And I drift away. With guidance from the gods above. At night I pray for the strength to tell the one I love. I love I love I love her so. I take my place in the checkout line. For one moment her eyes meet mine. And I'm lifted up lifted up lifted up lifted up. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. Though a company cap covers her hair. Nothing can hide the beauty waiting there. The beauty waiting there. I'm in love with the Queen of the Supermarket. I'm in love with the Queen of the Supermarket. As I lift my groceries into my car. I turn back for a moment and catch a smile. That blows this whole fucking place apart. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket. I'm in love with the queen of the supermarket