Just a face in the crowd, she's going through motions
Her hair in ponytail, wearing her Sunday sweats
Doing her groceries and getting her gillettes
Seeking to get home soon, to make her lunch potions

In aisle two, he says hi, as she grabs a melon
She smiles back and moves on, to feel the loaves of bread.
Between aisles three and four, they avoid sorry dread
Excusing and sorry, looking him as felon

In aisle 6, she's too short to grab the box too high
As he passes on by, he offers his tall help
Reluctantly agrees with a deep silent yelp

He hands her with a smile, and wanting not to pry
Asking her why a girl as beautiful as her
Has no ring on finger, and does she want a sir?