Frozen Aisles Hustle

The town shut down at nine but the market's open late.

Frozen aisle's twelve degrees,

darling, this our date.

They're playing something ancient on the speakers up above.

Aisle seven, canned tomatoes,

looks a lot like love.

Slow dance at the self-checkout,

hold me by the beeping light.

Unexpected item in the bagging area?

Yeah, that's my heart tonight.

The AC's free, the wine is cheap,

your hand is in my hand.

Ain't no honky tonk

in this town, but the market's got a band. (yeah)

The night clerk turned a blind eye,

he's seen us here before.

Two ice creams for the walk home,

melting out the door.

Slow dance at the self-checkout,

hold me by the beeping light.

Please take your receipt.

Oh, we will. We keep every one.