| I am only your waiter |
| I am only your waiter � Pouring your coffee Infatuated with you Hoping you will look up And into my EYEs But you keep on talking Barely a thank you For coffee poured so carefully I was so afraid my hand would shake And I would spill it on you Behind those blue twinkling eyes I imagine there is a heart beating I imagine it beats for me I imagine the Oops I didn�t mean to spill it on You would look at me ten years later and say, �What if that burning drop on my pale arm had not happened�? Where would we be then? We walk into the sunset (hand in hand) The glowing orange But instead � �thank you,� she says The cup is full and I didn�t spill a drop She didn�t look up and I go get the sour-faced man His tuna steak Sandwich. What a life |
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