Boxing Day sales

Lyrics for Boxing Day sales

The streets are heaving and it's starting to hail Golf balls of ice upon the Boxing Day sales We spot each other in a mannequin's reflection Sheltering under the eaves of French Connection Over a scone, "Is Ellie still tap dancing? Has Jenny kept up with her synchronized swimming? And are things any better between you and Tom? I'm so tired of hearing these awful Christmas songs" Time to change the record A howl of blizzard hurls the café door ajar Ah-ah, ah-ah, you owe it to yourself Owe it to yourself Ah-ah, ah-ah, you owe it to yourself Owe it to yourself A drawing tablet with a 30-inch screen A hulking stainless-steel espresso machine Green amber earrings, noise-cancelling headphones Cranes paused mid-flight on a quilted kimono You can't afford to not own this Go on, go on, you owe it to yourself Owe it to yourself Ah-ah, ah-ah, you owe it to yourself Owe it to yourself Yes, you owe it to yourself Owe it to yourself