You know the big city's just like the small town.
You don't ever run into anyone at the grocery store
When you're all dolled up and smelling good,
But just head to Walmart when you ain't showered
And your hair is a mess.
That's a guaranteed formula
For running into everyone and their dog.

But it doesn't matter whether you're in the big city,
The small town, or the country,
Whether you got all gussied up,
Or got there in your jammies,
Because when you finally stumble up to the cash register,
You're going to have to pay for it
One way or another.

-jenn