Stuff

Just when I think I got enuff

there u go & here I go getting more stuff

no time like the present time to put it in this bag of mine

ring it up & help a girl out

ain't that what credits all about

just when I think I don't need no more

I take it home and stash it in my bottom drawer

With my worries and regrets, my frets, my old cigarettes

fillin up the bags of empty promises you left

there'll be no room for my broken heart

the pieces you tore apart

everyone knows what money cant buy

but it sure can dry these eyes

How much for happiness

I'll chase the bliss

I'll be the best consumerist

I'll break the bank

Till I get fixed

Fill my holes

My empty soul with STUFF!

Workin up a sweat with everything I gotta get

The thrill is so immediate buy one get one for less

Take the bait accumulate

Don't hesitate the trends wont wait

Preyin on the lonely

consumption like its holy

then there's validation, symbolism

television, hypnotism

late night infomercialism

hook line sink commercialism

I been low before but if I have mo' maybe I wont be so low

Oh oh

there'll be no room for my broken heart

the pieces you tore apart

& everyone knows what money cant buy

but it sure can dry these eyes

More & more

than I had bargained for

wish I could buy you at the store

forgot to get a brand new heart

get back in line to fill my cart wit STUFF!

I'm walkin out the door

To go and get my fill

instead of cryin 'bout ya out my windowsill

And yes I know I don't need

one more pair of shoes

But their frickin cute and thanks to you

I still got the blues