Except for the girl on register 7 The girl on register 7 has hair that absorbs the sunshine, being kissed by the sun her face is radiant Shes a star.
The girl on register 7 Makes me forget to print a gift receipt Makes me forget the change Makes me forget to scan an item or ten Makes me forget the rude costumers And overall makes my day bearable
And so the days, the hrs, the people, the money, the children who cry, come and go.
But sometimes shes on register one. And i only see her back towards me And its cloudy outside and the rain looks promising And the people seem to linger longer than usual And costumers get angry And I wish i could quit my job I do not see a ray of sunshine.
The saddest part of the day is when she has to leave, She collects her things, If im lucky she turns to smile goodbye And so she flickers her light off As I see her leaving through those sliding doors And now the costumer line is down for miles My hands aren’t as agile And my 8hr shift just started 5 min ago.