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© 2012 MOXA
 
In the store with Big Mama,
hands on my wrist.
Tight grip.
To the shelf to buy that & buy this,
even though I don't need it.
Every hallway I take,
her face is in frames,
suggesting, commanding.
And if I call in the next 10 minutes,
I get something for free,
even if I don't need it.
 
Overwhelmed to choose,
sifting through.
Oh, eyes darting.
It's too much to see,
it's too much!
 
Crazy Uncle Frank always said,
"Big Mama's the OOZE in the TV set!"
He's not all that crazy...
I believe him.
 
Can't concentrate on my own things!
Cause it's "Look Here!" "See that!"
I hear she's with Big Brother...
I believe it.
 
Overwhelmed to choose,
sifting through.
Oh, eyes darting.
It's too much to see!
It's too much.
 
Why must I, why must I,
feel so bombarded?
Why must I, why must I,
feel so bombarded?