I walked life's sidewalk, looking for a sign.
At Queen's Park Circle, I think that I found mine.
Here's where I stand. Let me draw you a map.
I'm waiting,
I'm waiting for the Gap.
Waiting for the Gap
Sell me all your priceless crap.
I'm waiting for the Gap.
My block's been busted.
Screw the moms and pops.
Give me generic staff in sterile shops.
Their money grows on trees and I am just their sap.
I'm waiting,
I'm waiting for the Gap.
Waiting for the Gap
Sell me all your priceless crap.
I'm waiting for the Gap.
No, I don't care for the folks that they exploit:
The high school brats or the sweatshops in Detroit.
Don't try to prove it's some big consumer trap,
I'm waiting,
I'm waiting for the Gap.
Waiting for the Gap
Sell me all your priceless crap.
I'm waiting for the Gap.
Waiting for the Gap.
Waiting for the Gap.
I'm waiting for the Gap.
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