Nothing makes my heart flutter and stop Like a couple of hours in a stationery shop And nothing on earth makes me feel finer Than the chance to purchase a new fineliner When I leave at the end With a bag full of pens Some glue, some stencils And a mechanical pencil I know I'll be back For a pack of blu-tack Some paint, blue and green And a guillotine
I'll create some art and win your heart (Scissors and glue will endear me to you) I'll make you a card and win your heart These coloured letters make everything better
Nothing makes my heart swell up so large As collecting materials for a collage And there's no finer thing to inspire the creator Than the possibility in a stack of blank paper When I walk out the door Having emptied the store Of glitter and sketchbooks I can't believe my luck When I finally get home I call you on the phone And explain my ideas For this pack of pipe-cleaners.
