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I roll into the restaurant Late afternoon. I lay out forks and knives (I don't mess with spoons). When I'm carrying your plates Rock to this tune Cause I'm bringing this check To your party real soon. I walk into the kitchen And I grab your food. I'll give you lots of ketchup If I'm in the mood. There's a dude At the bar Who's asking for my digits. When I bring him his drink You know I'm gonna spit in it! No, you can't take me home. You can't get with this. Let's just play my favorite game Called "just the tip"! Dropped your napkin? I'll get you another. You want some chicken wings? I got your back, my brother! But you gotta let me know about allergies (Cause I almost killed a guy last week With sesame seeds). My boss is sittin it In the office Sipping coffee. When I leave here ill take a *** Of tax-free money. Don't get time off, Not a cigarette break. I can barely pay the rent With the dough that I make. I am your waitress. Take a good look at me This is not what I had planned For my life at twenty-three But I'll do this for now 'Til my career shoots to the moon But til then, Thanks so much, And come again soon!
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
In The Pub
I roll into the restaurant Late afternoon. I lay out forks and knives (I don't mess with spoons). When I'm carrying your plates Rock to this tune Cause I'm bringing this check To your party real soon. I walk into the kitchen And I grab your food. I'll give you lots of ketchup If I'm in the mood. There's a dude At the bar Who's asking for my digits. When I bring him his drink You know I'm gonna spit in it! No, you can't take me home. You can't get with this. Let's just play my favorite game Called "just the tip"! Dropped your napkin? I'll get you another. You want some chicken wings? I got your back, my brother! But you gotta let me know about allergies (Cause I almost killed a guy last week With sesame seeds). My boss is sittin it In the office Sipping coffee. When I leave here ill take a *** Of tax-free money. Don't get time off, Not a cigarette break. I can barely pay the rent With the dough that I make. I am your waitress. Take a good look at me This is not what I had planned For my life at twenty-three But I'll do this for now 'Til my career shoots to the moon But til then, Thanks so much, And come again soon!
amy-lockwood
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amy-lockwood
Canadian
May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
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