A slew of hoppers in the pond But I'm like a super shopper mom 'Cause once I've found my target I don't even think about them all I'm used to hopping in my car 'Cause where I shop is often far Perhaps I choose my target So I don't stay drinking at the bar There's something about the drive that blinds the iris blues A store fit to patronize provides me my excuse A morbid and glamorized disguise of self abuse When I arrive, they're always closed It's no surprise, it's something I'd already known But still, I pull the doors my hardest 'Cause I can't stand camping out alone I'll be sunny once you open up Until then, I'll hold my dough 'Cause what I need must be inside Or maybe I myself provide What I seek from Target And maybe all I have to do is try There's something about the drive that blinds the iris blues A store fit to patronize provides me my excuse A morbid and glamorized disguise of self abuse