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Don’t tell me how much it costs
I don’t want to know
I’ll just hand over a twenty
Get back my change
Put it away without counting it
Everyone will be happy
I just don’t want to see
How you’re robbing me blind
It’s better this way
Until comes the day
When you look at me expectantly and
Say, “Ma’am, that’s not enough.”