| And the waitress is sliding down the wall
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| Don’t ask her why she falls
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| Surely it will happen again
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| And the pay phone is swinging against the wall
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| Don’t ask her 'bout the call
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| She’s just trying to forget
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| Ay oh ay oh…
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| And the manager runs 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 had no case
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| Counter queens looked up from their magazines
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| But she goes and stares straight ahead
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| Today with 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 wave back no more
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| Ay oh ay oh…
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| And the waitress has her back up against the wall
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| You can see her chest rise and fall
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| Surely she’ll come again
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| And the pay phone is
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| Swingin' against the wall
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| Don’t ask her about the call
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| She’s only trying to forget
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| But today with the door opens
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| The rain slants in
|
| There’s water all over the floor
|
| Busser waves to the meter maid
|
| Who don’t wave back no more
|
| Today with the door opens
|
| The rain slants in
|
| There’s water all over the floor
|
| Busser waves to the meter maid
|
| Don’t wave back no more
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| Ay oh ay oh… |