
Date of issue: 20.09.2018
Song language: English
Midtown Waitress |
Oh momma I don’t want to sit and listen to |
What you’re talking about |
We’re both young and we’re going move to the city |
Yeah we found a little place up there |
We don’t need a lecture bout things that could go wrong |
I’m not a child no more |
So let me be my own |
Let me be my own |
So I got a job as a waitress |
It’s not much but we’re getting by |
Three months in we’re happy and we’re living |
Like I told you we could be |
Every time I call you yeah you’re crying |
And I don’t want to do you wrong |
But I’m not coming home |
Let me be my own |
Oh the things we do |
To make it on our own |
People say this town is fast and if you don’t hold on |
It blows you back to where you came from |
God is money, loves a game |
And everyone is angry at the president |
Protests on the streets, people shouting |
And I’ll say that I’m angry too |
But not enough to go |
I’m trying to be my own |
Hey ma, it’s been a while, yeah I’m just checking in |
Seeing how you’ve been |
Nothing’s wrong I’m doing fine, no that’s a lie |
I’m not doing so well |
Lost my job and Joey found religion |
And he also found another girl |
That’s not how it’s supposed to go |
And I’m missing home |
I’m trying to be my own but I |
Guess I just feel a little alone |
Oh the things we do |
To make it on our own |