This goes out to a young lady
currently restocking feminine products.
It's called "Clean Up on Aisle Four".
[Not an actual clean up Rick.]
Clean up my heart on Aisle Four. Cuz that's where it lays in a heap of green olives from the olive bar Cuz I'm the pimento to your olive I want to be inside of you but instead my heart is in the floor being crushed like the garlic we sell by the door...