Sitting at the register
Sitting at the register in the darkness of the store
Sitting at the register in the darkness of the store When it came to the dollar bills
Sitting at the register in the darkness of the store When it came to the dollar bills Looks like you stole a few more
Now I'm just adding up the cost
Now I'm just adding up the cost Of everything I've lost
Because of you
Because of you I've run out of fives and tens
Because of you I've run out of fives and tens And the change drawer is short
Because of you I've run out of fives and tens And the change drawer is short Funny to think we acted like friends
Adding up the price of everything you took
Adding up the price of everything you took From me, you son of a crook
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