Chorus: She likes shopping; she likes shopping but its really doing me in
She likes shopping, she likes shopping and my wallet is wearing thin
She goes from store to store, and I'm just getting poor
She shops, she shops and shops, she shops and shops but she never stops

She went to the supermarket; I waited in the car park, while she went inside
She found a trolley; she looked so jolly, as she ran up and down the aisle
She picked up her groceries, from toilet roll to mushy peas
She asked me for the money, I didn't think it funny, I said no more please, please, please

She went into IKEA; I couldn't see her, for the goods in the market place
So I her met by the exit, down by the checkout, she'd a smile upon her face
Then we loaded up the car, back seat and the roof bar
I headed away, for another day, of DIY in the Swedish way

She went to the dress department, she told the assistant, she wanted a new black gown
Yet back in her wardrobe, hanging by the cartload, are the clothes she wears about town
She's got a dress for every day; all she wants is for me to pay
It'll have to be VISA; I can't pay Caesar, aint no way that I can please her

She went into a shoe shop; she would not stop, till she'd tried out every pair
High heels and court shoes, boots and snow shoes, one's she'll never wear,
She got a pair for every occasion, and every situation
She's even got a pair of football boots, in case one day she wants to kick me out

She looked for knickers, size 10 stickers, she's really having me on
They wont fit her, too much bitter, but she keeps on trying them on
One day she'll realize, that 10 just 'aint her size
Until that day, I have to pay, to fill a bottom drawer for a rainy day

She tried online shopping, her eyes were popping at the goods that were on display
She showed no caution as she bid on the auction that was closing on EBay
She's on the PC every day, so I took her password away
Now its mail order, I can't afford her to pay the postage on her latest order

You might think it's funny, but to save us money, I took her to the charity store
I couldn't stop her; she's a new age shopper, with a passion for bargain and more
She's up and down the rail, like a puppy chasing it's tail
She's in and out the clothing rack, up and down the bric a brac.

I made her feel humble, rummaging in the jumble, at the local village fete
Thought I could cure her, make her feel poorer, than the poor man at the gate
But she really got stuck in, so I don't think I can win
It's an affliction, and rather than friction, I just let her get on with her addiction.