The waitress is sliding down the wall
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You can see her chest rise and fall
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Her mascara runnin' thin
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And the payphone is swinging against the wall
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Don't ask her 'bout the call
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You know she only trying to begin again
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And the manager is yelling
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Something about her hair being in her face
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Customer complainin'
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But he really has no case
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And the counterqueens don't even lookup from their magazines
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But oh and the waitress oh she stares straight ahead
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Saying something she never said
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And the waitress has them backing
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Has them backing against the all til they white in the face
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She got 'em going now oh them praying
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But they never know of the role they play
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And the manager is quiet as she fumbles with the drawer
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No he said no he said
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You will never get away with this
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No she said
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You will never get away with this
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Cause today when the door opens
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The rain slants in
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There's water all over the floor
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Busser waves to the meter maid
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Who don't waive back no more
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We're all searching for something
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We'll all find a place to stay
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Though we may have next to nothing
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Oh lord we'll find a way
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Waitress
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| State Radio |
