Are people looking at me?

I can feel my collar felt

For walking into New Look

And leaving with a belt.

 

I feel my face a glowing

The tell tale signs of guilt

I can feel my hands are shaking

Cause my confidence to wilt

 

Where did they have their cameras?

Can my escapade be seen?

Will my photograph be on display

Upon an eight foot screen?

 

No matter how it sparkles

No matter how it gleans

Standing out in pride of place

From the centre of my jeans

 

My heart will be a flutter

Each time I pass the store

I have made myself a promise

Not to take things any more

 

But no matter how I feel

The confidence I lack

To walk right into New Look

And take the item back.