There’s a lady who’s sure
They sell glittery gold
And she’s buying some at Michaels
When she gets there she knows
Fake plants; they have rows
With a word she can get some fake flowers
Ooh, Ooh, and she’s buying some at Michaels
There’s a sign on the wall
But she wants to be sure
Cause you know sometimes sales have end dates
In the stickers by the gnomes
There’s a pencil made of chrome
Sometimes all of their products are misgiven
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it makes me wonder.
There’s feeling I get
When I walk through the paint
And my spirit is visualizing an abstract
In my thoughts I have seen
Rubber stamps in my dreams
And the voices of those who sell them
Ooh, it makes me wonder,
Ooh, it really makes me wonder
And it’s whispered that soon
They’ll have another cute balloon
That the salesclerk will lead us purchase
And a new day will dawn
For those who stand long
In the sales line waiting forever
If there’s a bustle in the hedgerow
Don’t be alarmed now,
It’s just a two-for-one promo
Yes there are two ways you can pay
But in the long run
There’s still time to make minimum payments on
And it makes me wonder
Your head is humming and it wont go
In case you don’t know,
Eight thousand buttons to choose from
Dear lady, can you see the letters
And did you know
They even sell ones in lower case
And as we wind on through the rows
White boards larger than our homes
There walks a lady we all know
Who sports flair and wants to show
How everthing is half price to go
And if you purchase very fast
The price will escalate at last
Until the cost will drive you daft
To be an art and not a craft
And she’s buying some at Michaels
