Too Much (clap clap) Time on My Hands

In all of my time spent at KMart, I've become less and less concerned with appearing to be sane while at work.

Point: I sing along to the radio and dance around the aisles while I'm filling.

Now, I have come to recognize certain songs, and have had ample "down-time" (my brain kind of goes on autopilot) to really listen to the lyrics. Some of these songs, I have never heard before in my life. Others, I listened to when I was young, or I recognize from listening to 80's radio (Oh, the 80's, how I love thee). Some of these lyrics--they are dumb. Just plain dumb. Some are crazy. 2 points:

"Been around the world and I, I, I, I can't find my baby. I don't know when, I don't know why, why he's gone away, and I don't know where he can be. My baby."

First of all lady, maybe he left because you emasculate him by constantly calling him "baby." Secondly, you sound like a crazy-stalker-bitch. Been around the world? You traveled AROUND THE WORLD looking for someone, and you're surprised you can't find him. I'd have done changed my name (possibly my sex) and moved to the Bermuda Triangle. Crazy bitch.

"I want to love you like Romeo and Juliet."

Seriously? Why in the world do people think that big, big lust-at-first-suicide is such a great love story? You want to love me like Romeo and Juliet. Let's see, you want to abandon a woman who loves you at first lust for another girl. Then, when you parents cry, "No! No! No!" You, rather than manning up and telling them to stick it, decide to off yourself? What does that prove? Only that William Shakespeare writes the worst endings ever. And now you've decided to immortalize this shit-stain on the world's underpants. Good job.

C'est la KMart.