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I watch her pickin' up their tips off the tables |
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And see them smile as she brings another round |
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That dress she's wearin' shows she's all woman |
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And it reminds me I once had what they want now. |
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That girl who waits on tables used to wait for me at home |
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And she waited till all her love was gone |
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I'm too late but I still worship the floor she's dancin' on |
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That girl who waits on tables used to wait for me at home. |
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I see her playin' that ol' juke box with their dimes |
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It's a song about a fool who did her wrong |
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And I'll wait for her again till closin' time |
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But when she goes home tonight I'll be alone. |
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That girl who waits on tables used to wait for me at home |
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And she waited till all her love was gone |
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I'm too late but I still worship the floor she's dancin' on |
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That girl who waits on tables used to wait for me at home. |
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That girl who waits on tables used to wait for me at home... |
