Reina del Super

You know? I can't stop watching you
in the clearance aisle
and home goods section.
I carry like you
your name tattooed on my chest
and, in my hands, the thorns of a rosebush.

You've passed through the scanner
my habit, my food,
my sin, my manna.
And among the deals, our melody
plays over the loudspeaker.
Today I’ll take you out to dance.

Queen of the supermarket,
owner of my ship,
I’ll be your Redbeard.
We’ll board your galleon,
fill the carts with canned goods,
throw our fears overboard.

Queen of the supermarket,
owner of the Saloon,
I’ll be your Jesse James.
It’ll be the perfect heist,
we’ll escape with the loot
to the beaches of Almería,
to the nearby Wild West.

I’ve got my heart and card
smoking, I’ve filled
the fridge with champagne.
You gave me the whitest bleach,
two for one, and the softest
paper I could dream of.

We’ll break our ties.
I, the shopping list
and your temporary contract.
You, break the seal on the box
but keep your uniform.
Tonight will be special.

Queen of the supermarket,
owner of my ship,
I’ll be your Redbeard.
We’ll board your galleon,
fill the carts with canned goods,
throw our fears overboard.

Queen of the supermarket,
owner of my skies,
come to register three.
It’ll be the perfect heist,
we’ll escape with the loot
to the beaches of Almería,
to the nearby Wild West.

Queen of the supermarket,
owner of the Saloon,
I’ll be your Jesse James.
It’ll be the perfect heist,
we’ll escape with the loot
to the beaches of Almería,
to the nearby Wild West.