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My reservation was for 9 |
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All heads look down |
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There was no clock around |
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I tried but couldn't make it on time |
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Couldn't find a lie |
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Watches stopped, broken clocks |
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My, my hands are tied |
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And I can't hold the lie |
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And I know I can never eat here again |
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Hey, Peter Luger, let me in |
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It's all my fault |
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Father Time - I have sinned |
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I missed my plate of splatterfat ribs |
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No one forgives |
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Traffic costs dirty bibs |
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My, my hands were tied |
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And I had crossed the line |
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And I know I can never eat here again |
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(I don't know what to do, nobody care 'bout no fair share |
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Yeah, I'm comin' up on a meat beat down |
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Service with a frown - 'cause I was late I get a cold plate |
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You punish me - that's not how it was supposed to be) |
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(I screw you and I screw me too - it's not what I meant to do |
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But my actions didn't live up to my intentions or my expectations |
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The reservation was for 4 but they just wanna show me the door |
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And get me outta there) |
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My, my hands are tied |
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And I can't hold the lie |
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And I know I can never eat here again |
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And I'll starve t'ill I die |
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(I should have went to Vegas diner 'round the corner |
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Where the price is good, the food is worse, and it's in Bensonhurst) |
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My, my hands were tied |
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(You murdered my night - the food was not right |
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The bill was bigger than my wallet, and bigger than my appetite) |
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And I had crossed the line |
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(Another time another night I could have been better satisfied |
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I tried, it's gonna be the last time) |
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And I know I can never eat here again |
