As a lad I was weak
I was humble and meek
But I ventured to seek 
Something better

For the shoes I desired
The shop staff they required
A full knowledge of style
Won't you serve me

You didn't see the storm arriving
And you weren't prepared for my dark surprises
Oh I've got something stored

Give me the chance
And I'll batter them down
Burn the lot to the ground
Love's so useless

When you're talking about
The shop staff with the clout
Dolce, gabbana or nowt
Won't you serve me