I wrote this song in the 90s, while working in a bookstore, across the hall from a record store. Today I woke up singing it for the first time in decades. I never recorded it with anyone, or really shared the lyrics either. It goes:
“Record Store Girl
Always listening to an ironic band
Record Store Girl
I’ll never get to hold her hand.
It won’t be long
Before I write myself a song
And the song will be called:
Record Store Girl.”
And it’s stuck in my head…
Austin Rich 