The counter sits two feet low
When you peer over it, time starts to slow
What will I say, what will I do
This front counter never bids adieu
A person could yell at you, fight back with desire
To receive more money unless it comes without penalty
Oh yes, this front counter, you will not be the end of me
I will overcome and help anyone who asks a question
Alright, come on down, the price may never be right
But at least I won't turn you around without a polite smile
Updating real quick since I'm about to get off work. This is just free verse and explains how I'm feeling. In other means I'm nervous and anxious since tomorrow is like my first day at the job pretty much.
I hope you enjoy!