Holidays at the GAP
My patience is thinning
Of still being here
In these conditions in which I'm living
The every day hustle
The holiday bustle
Dealing with people in the store
Looking at me like: "that snotty whore."
Cause I stand on the other side of the counter
Stands there, and wonders…
Why does she do it? Why does she stay?
If she hates it so much, she should quit.
Well, I've got bills to pay
Besides, you can't blame me
I didn't know. I'm a virgin to this scene
More surprised at the pain as we get closer.
This is my first time having this holiday dream,
or better said nightmare, like no other before;
"What do you mean you don't have this in a size four!?!?"
No - we don't have any gift boxes!!
And I know it's unfortunate, but stop blaming ME
And just get over it.
My praise is neglected
My work never applauded.
You think I care, if you don't have a receipt,
When and where you bought it?
So, get out of my face and leave me alone,
I don't get paid enough to deal with your load.
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