Howard Muse's
Bad Cafe
She gets her way just by smilin'
She don't know what to do if she don't.
And she won't this time.
He holds his court under the black light.
They don't know who to be when he's not there.
No lines on the table to keep their heads square.
Well, it's a bad cafe
To keep your motor hummin'
A bad cafe
You ought to run and hide.
It's a bad cafe
To find you're stumblin' into
It's a bad cafe
In the dead night.
He's on his throne just like a giant
But he don't know who to see for his next bankroll
Big fat empty pockets, hollowed out soul.
She stumbles in, his lucky client
But, she's just nickels and dimes to him.
Maybe more if lint is all that lines her pockets.
It's a bad cafe
To keep your motor hummin'
A bad cafe
You wanna run and hide
It's a bad cafe
To find you're stumblin' into
It's a bad cafe
To warm your hands at night.
She's wantin' more, no one to lean on
To keep her powder dry. Out of luck!
And, it feels just like bein' clobbered by a Mack Truck!
He's high and dry, and he knows it.
Nowhere left to turn 'cept down on bended knee.
And his cup runneth over with lack of sympathy.
It's a bad cafe
To keep your motor hummin'
A bad cafe
You gotta run and hide
It's a bad cafe
To find you're stumblin' into
It's a bad cafe
To get your head right.
Copyright 2004 by Howard Muse/ Muse Me Up! LTD.
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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