I'm waiting for a service, waiting in vain
She's waiting on another man, no one drank again
She flashed me the menu, working smell on her lips
Led me just enough, I shouldn't have tipped
I say, 'Well,' the food there was crap

The other one there, I didn't give two glances
She's in love with my soul - she thinks I'm attractive
She foraged a smile, I saw the floor
She tried again, I examined the ashtray
I say, 'Well.'
But I still make the mistake of eating where the food is crap