Lock me up and throw away the key

As we all know, I love my life in retail.  I love working crazy hours.  I love getting there at 6 A.M. on random days to blow up 90 balloons (with my mouth) for a window set that stays up for 10 days.  I know I will love getting there at 5 A.M. tomorrow to do another window set.  I love steaming.  I love a good wall fold.  I love taking the trash out and cleaning the bathrooms.

But most of all?

I love the music.

Did you know the disc repeats itself every four hours (which is how long my shifts are)?  This is secretly a blessing because I know when I hear Xtina (Back to Basics 2006) when I walk in...I will hear her when I walk out too.  It's a way for me to know I'm done.  I'm tortured by Michael Buble, Ace of Base, Christina Aguilera, and Alicia Keys (pre-The Diary of Alicia Keys) for four solid hours.  But the ONE tune that lingers with me for the rest of the day...the ONE that makes me want to run screaming into a pack of wolves (or children for that matter)...is

Love in the First Degree (Bananarama)


Here, feel free to enjoy their musical stylings. 

Torture

Did you catch the lyrics?  Really.  Comparing love to a first degree offense is delusional.  I mean, the only person I've ever known "accuseddddd" of "love in the first degree" is Chris Brown and look what its done to Rhianna.

I was certain Bananarama's career ended in the 80's.  Who knew they released a single in 2009?

I would love to lock them up and throw away the key.