The Bossa Nova Bin

[Intro]
[Verse]
The needle drops, the static sings
I’m sorting through these plastic things
The dust is thick, the light is dim
I’m waiting for a glimpse of him
He’s got a taste for Rio nights
And neon lights
He walks past Rock, he skips the Blues
He’s got some better things to choose
[Pre-Chorus]
(Spoken: He only ever looks at the imports...)
He flips the sleeve of ‘58
I try to play it cool and wait
A rare Gilberto, mint and clean
The finest wax I’ve ever seen
I want to say "That’s quite a find"
But words just tangle in my mind
He checks the groove for deep debris
He never checks the groove in me
[Chorus]
I tell the bins my secret heart
They’ve seen the world fall right apart
The jazz piano knows the score
It’s heard it all a thousand times before
I’m whispering to the Bossa shelf
I’m talking mostly to myself
He brings the record to the glass
I watch the golden moment pass
[Bridge]
The shadows stretch across the floor
The bell rings out beside the door
I’m lost inside a minor key
Where everything is "used" like me
(Spoken: Or maybe just "vintage"?)
I’m spinning round a hollow core
I couldn't ask for any more
Than just to be a liner note
Inside that heavy winter coat
A melody he’d want to keep
Before he goes to sleep
[Solo]
Shoo-be-doo-ba
Zat-da-dat-da-dee-da-dow
Ba-poy-yo-da-shoom-ba
Skid-da-le-da-mop
[Post-Chorus]
The shop is closed, the lights are low
I’ve got no other place to go
The import’s gone, he’s out of sight
Another quiet Tuesday night
Just me and all these dusty dreams
It’s never simple as it seems
I’m just a girl on a shopping spree
Who didn't notice the scratch on side B
[Outro]