Julia Marcell - Tesko

I'm walking around Tesco
And I'm thinking 'bout sex
And some kind of anxiety
Is taking over me
Refrigerator's cool
Is nipping my thighs
Radio jingles
Are cutting through the air

I guess that capitalism is turning me on
I guess that exploitation and excess arouse me

You say: "It's normal, it's normal, don't worry my dear"

I'm burning up, burning up, burning up
Make love with me, make love with me, make love with me, make love (x2)

Do you still remember
How on our very first date
You took me
To McDonnald's?
In a very strange excitement
Did my fingers shiver
I got myself all dirty
With a Thousand Island dressing

I know now, capitalism is really turning me on
Youngsters in clothes with aggressive branding
Corpo-BadBoys in these shirts with nametags are burning me up

I'm burning up, burning up, burning up
Make love with me, make love with me, make love with me, make love (x2)

Here under the thickest beam
Of fluorescent light
On this floor at Tesco
That shines sacred with a mop
(x3)

It all silently tempts you to commit a sin
And you sweat all over in your bigotry
Make love with me at Tesco without a rush
Let the hell swallow us as part of a sale