confessions off a woman shopaholic

The windows gleam the item shine
The manaqines Look pretty
I must stop thinking about shopping
When i am in the city
I really want them shoes and maybe buy a Dress i am a shopaholic and not affraid to confess

I love the noise of the till
As it make the clanging sound
The staff love it when i arrive because i am spending by the pound

My credit card is over worked
My work is never done
I want shopping as a job
As it is so much fun

I always make a fuss of my self
Oh i will spoil my self rotten
as long as have got all i need and theirs nothing I have forgotten
I must admit i must stop
Its something under the hat
I cant stop shopping forever coz wheres the fun in that