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Seth Sentry

Genres: Hip-Hop

The Waitress Song Lyrics - Seth Sentry

Hi, how're you doing? 

Just a, ah... big breakfast and a large black coffee, thanks 

Cheers 

I love you 

 

And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon 

The coffee's rubbish and the bacon's always hard to chew 

And the toast is always soggy 

But I hardly notice 

And the food takes such a long time to get made 

Even when I'm the only person in the café 

And my table's always wobbly 

But I hardly notice 

 

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You're probably thinking, why would I even bother eating there 

On a daily basis? There's heaps of other places on offer 

I won't change to another place if the bacon is rubber 

And the taste of the cuppa makes you pull faces and splutter 

It's the waitress, I love her, the way she clears plates with a clutter 

Makes my heart race and it flutters, I know it's crazy to love a 

Lady that's basically just a stranger with an apron down her 

Brother, I don't need to ask her name and number 

 

'Cause this relationship is built on breakfast 

I'm waiting on her just to wait on me 

 

And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon 

The coffee's rubbish and the bacon's always hard to chew 

And the toast is always soggy 

But I hardly notice 

And the food takes such a long time to get made 

Even when I'm the only person in the café 

And my table's always wobbly 

But I hardly notice 

 

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She says "Hi" to me, "Bye" to me, "That'll be five-ninety-five" to me 

I don't really mind, that's all right with me 

I just smile and eat, sometimes we mightn't speak for like a week 

She knows during my quiet times I like to be alone 

And write a poem with my headphones 

Newspaper, bacon fried up, poached egg, slice of toast 

A long black, but the beans are always burnt 

And if the cup is dirty, she just cleans it with her shirt 

I wonder if she's my ideal girl 

And what would happen if we dated in the real world 

Nah, I don't think it would work 

I wouldn't wanna risk what we have and have to tip 'cause of that 

 

Besides, this relationship is built on breakfast 

I'm waiting on her just to wait on me 

 

And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon 

The coffee's rubbish and the bacon's always hard to chew 

And the toast is always soggy 

But I hardly notice 

And the food takes such a long time to get made 

Even when I'm the only person in the café 

And my table's always wobbly 

But I hardly notice 

 

And it don't matter that the bacon I eat's cold 

And it's okay the newspapers are weeks old 

But I don't mind, no, it's fine 'cause she's all 

That I'm there for 

And it don't matter that the bacon I eat's cold 

And it's okay the newspapers are weeks old 

But I don't mind, no, it's fine 'cause she's all 

That I'm there for 

 

And there's a place I go for breakfast every afternoon 

The coffee's rubbish and the bacon's always hard to chew 

And the toast is always soggy 

But I hardly notice 

And the food takes such a long time to get made 

Even when I'm the only person in the café 

And my table's always wobbly 

But I hardly notice 

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