A Flint-y sort of song for
your enjoyment:
Well, I walked past just
yesterday
And I couldn't bare that new
mall no more
I can't expect you all to see
it my way
But you may not know what was
there before
And I want them to put back my
old corner store
Well, I walked past just like
I say
And I felt this hurt that
would not go home
I can't expect that you're
gonna see it my way
But you may not know the trees
I've known
And I want them to put back my
old corner store
I know it costs more money to
shop there
But this was love, this was
love
I know you had to pay more
money
I'll pay money, I'll pay more
I don't care what the mall has
got
I want back that corner store
And what did I feel when I
walked by slow?
Sorrow, sorrow, all around
Why I would feel sorrow I now
know
I smell a ghost smell from the
ground
That old wooden smell from the
old corner store
Bam a nib a nib a nib way, oh
Bam a nib a nib a way, oh,
web, oh
Bam a nib a nib a no, corner
store, corner store
Bam a nib a nib a nib way oh
Bam a nib a nib a way oh web
oh
Bam a nib a nib a no Corner
store Corner store
I walked past one final time
And I wished the worst on the
place I shop
Now I can't expect everyone to
feel like I am
But I spot a trend that has
got to stop
And I want them to put back
that old corner store
