You already look pretty, now you're shopping again;

watch your P's and Q's, to that I say amen.

Those high-priced designer jeans sure look fancy;

keep me here any longer and I'll get a little moody.

My back's starting to hurt, not a chair in sight;

is there any way I can fly away like a kite?

You love those purses, about a hundred-fifty in all;

I'm just standing around, I'd rather watch baseball.

Of course I don't mind shopping once in a while;

it's not my fault that I became a bibliophile.

Just take it easy when it comes to spending that money;

the economy is bad, but I surely love you honey.

Now we're in the shoe department, my oh my;

it's too warm in here, I can use a little shut eye.

Truly there are those who love to shop until they drop;

I'm not one of them 'cause I'd feel like a spinning top.

You already look pretty, now you're shopping again;

watch your P's and Q's, to that I say amen.

Someday, really, I'll take you for a shopping spree;

but first my darling, I need to finish all my poetry.