I Fell in Love with the Girl at the Record Store

I fell in love with the girl,
Who works at the record store.
Every time I saw her,
My heart spun more and more.

She makes the shoppers dance,
She makes me feel alive.
She’s a mint condition 33,
While I’m just an old scratchy 45.

But her heart’s been made fickle,
By the industry she’s in.
Who she loves one week,
Is next week in the bargain bin.

So I’ll never make her top ten,
Or make a hit on her heart.
I’m no hot new entry,
Just the bottom of her chart.