Everything's affordable
I won't borrow any credit
Every product's on sale
Too cheap even for the bandit
Unlimitedness of stock
Splurging there lives
With an empty cart, tho' all things I bought
Roaming around, discarding any coupon
It's all inexpensive, I'd never need one
Even if everything looks unaffordable at the storefront
I walk in to find out I could acquire any item
But could it be me the one needing to be bought?
When I'm on sales I'll spend my thought
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