The little grocery store on the end of the street,
my first job, my first place, looking for food to eat.
The celery and apples and the lean chicken breast,
the juice and milk and the candies I love the best.
On my own, making my way, it’s all on me this time.
I might be a little naughty, get beer you drink with lime.
Got a job at the school, showing little children the way.
Got a place I’m happy, and a lover with whom I want to stay.
My own money, my own cash, I pay for my food and walk back.
My life is sweet, my life is good, and with their love, nothing lacks.
