[Intro - Instrumental]
[Verse 1 – Male Lead]
Handcart rollin’, product stacked high,
Just tryin’ to stock before my patience dies.
Then boom—she’s behind me with that royal stare,
Actin’ like this whole aisle’s hers, and I shouldn’t be there.
Display on the left, open path on the right,
But she’d rather force me to move than walk three steps slight.
Her vibe says, “Move, peasant, clear my way,”
Like she spawned in the aisle to ruin my day.
[Pre-Chorus – Duet]
Why’s every aisle a battlefield?
Why’s every checkout a warzone too?
Why’s common sense her mortal foe?
Why does decency break her in two?
Every day’s another fight,
She turns patience into kryptonite—
We hold the line, we stay awake,
’Cause Karen strikes with every breath you take.
[Chorus – Duet]
Oh, Karen… why you make the aisle your throne?
Three extra steps wouldn’t break a bone.
Why you act like courtesy cuts deep?
Girl, relax—take a jog, take a leap.
Oh, Karen… every move’s a grand campaign.
You weaponize your sighs again.
In retail’s endless sad refrain…
You were born to complain.
[Verse 2 – Female Lead]
She walks to my register with her wine held tight,
Attitude loaded, tone ready to bite.
I’m already grabbing the bag—it's literally law,
But she talks like she caught me committing a flaw.
“Can you put this in a paper bag, PLEASE?”
Girl… breathe.
I was doing that before you even glared at me.
Save the theatrics—this ain’t a campaign.
I live in retail…
you’re just Tuesday again.
[Pre-Chorus – Duet]
Why’s every aisle a battlefield?
Why’s every checkout a warzone too?
Why’s logic always what she kills?
Why’s every rule an insult to you?
Every day’s another fight,
She drains the room like fading light—
But we stand firm, we don’t complain,
Though she was born to complain.
[Chorus – Duet]
Oh, Karen… why you make the aisle your throne?
Three extra steps wouldn’t break a bone. Why you act like kindness is pain?
Why you treat the law like it’s in your way?
Oh, Karen… every move’s a grand campaign.
You swing that attitude like a chain.
But nothing here will ever change—
You were born to complain.
[Bridge – Split Duet]
She storms the aisles like chaos incarnate—
But we’ve seen worse on a Monday, babe.
She tries to break us—
But she ain’t built for this war.
Together we rise, steady and sane—
She was born to complain.
[Final Chorus – Duet]
Ohhh, Karen! You turn aisles into battlegrounds—
Every simple task becomes meltdown sounds!
But we ain’t bowin’ down anymore—
We’ve fought your drama a thousand times before!
Karen… Queen of Complaints, Duchess of Demand—
You won’t break us, no command!
We stand strong, hand in hand!
In the saga of retail’s endless pain…
You were born to complain.
[Outro - Instrumental]
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