[Verse 1: close; early double] Quarter past nine, fluorescent blue. The checkout knows what I'm going to do. "Your usual?" before I touch the glass. My little yes gets there twice as fast. "Come empty-handed," you said. I tried. Borrowed hunger came along for the ride. Force-fed jingle, hand-picked tune; my benign taste has rented a room. [Pre-chorus] Tare blinks. Net weight. Pears in a sack. Who holds the scale when I lean like that? Zero foot-pounds, but I work up a grin. Somebody has to move. Let the next one in. [Chorus: lead and double] We like that, we like that. Little yes in a paper bag. It gets my tongue, I get the jam. We like that, we like that. Same again? Go on, then. That's my voice with a different grin. One more bit, one more bit. It licks my lips and I let it. [Verse 2] Standing water, shop-window light; my house voice sells me back my appetite. Aftertaste has a key of its own. The quiet order follows me home. Clean plate club on a bright little screen; unsubscribe gets a thumb full of cream. I fixed your door. You wave me inside. The web of your fingers closes round mine. [Chorus] We like that, we like that. Little yes in a paper bag. It gets my tongue, I get the jam. We like that, we like that. [Bridge: stretched chords] Below rest, the fridge goes mmm. The mistress's secret recipe: jam on your thumb, then your thumb on me. "Spoiled," you say. I show my soft teeth. "Leave me a little unknown," I say. You turn the jar the other way. My second mouth says, "Apricot." You say, "Try it." I lose the plot. [Final chorus: groove blooms] We like that, we like that. Two loose spoons and a paper bag. You get the spoon, I get the jam. We like that, we like that. Same again? Hang on, then. Let me get a little more of this in. One more bit, one more bit. It licks my lips. I think I like it. [Outro: double answers late] "Apricot?" "Could be plum." My little yes goes, "Mmm."
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