Checkout Chemistry
Energetic, immersive dance-pop story of a short Hispanic woman and a short blonde, blue-eyed white woman with long hair teasing and smiling through store aisles before exchanging numbers in the parking lot. Synth leads, funky guitar, bass, drums, shakers.
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Cart wheels squeak, tile floor
You reach high, I reach lower
You laugh, say, “We’re both short”
Same shelf, same sweet tooth, same sport
Long hair swingin’ ‘round the sign (hey)
My hoop earrings catch your eye
Spanglish slipping in my smile
You toss one back, we match the style
[Pre-Chorus]
We keep passing in the freezer glow
You say “guess we’re on the same route”
I pretend to read the cereal rows
Heart beat louder than the checkout sounds
[Chorus]
We’re turning aisle five into fireworks
Little sparks in the shopping carts
You flip that blond hair, my chest hurts
Tiny queens in a giant mart
You push, I pull, we dance in reverse
Laughing like we own this place
We’re turning aisle five into fireworks
Two small girls taking up space (oh yeah)
[Verse 2]
Self-check jam, one lane open
You stand close, my name gets spoken
You point at my tattoos, slow
I ask where your freckles go
Blue eyes bright under harsh white lights
My curls frizz, but you say “nice”
You scan chips, I scan your mouth
Total’s due, but I’m tapped out
[Pre-Chorus]
Bags swing heavy as the doors slide wide
Cool night pouring on the pavement
You say, “Walk with me to my ride?”
I’m tryna play it smooth, but I’m shaking
[Chorus]
We’re turning parking lines into fireworks
Tiny shadows in a giant lot
You bite your lip, and my voice hurts
Trying not to lose this shot
You write your number on the receipt
Fold it once, press it in my hand
We’re turning parking lines into fireworks
Two short girls making big plans (woah)
[Bridge]
“How tall are you?” “Five-two, on good days”
You say “me too,” then we both sway
You spin your keys like a disco ball
I say, “Call me if you ever wanna
get lost in the wrong aisle again” (again, again)
[Chorus]
We’re turning aisle five into fireworks
And the parking lot into a sky
You kiss my cheek, all my fear burns
Into smoke in the yellow lights
We’re saving receipts like they’re first dates
Tiny hearts writing something new
We’re turning everyday into fireworks
From my cart, straight into you