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​The Waitress Song

This song is by Seth Sentry and appears on the EP The Waiter Minute EP (2009).

And there's a place I go for breakfast every afernoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons always hard to chew
And the toast is always soggy
But I hardly notice
The food takes such a long time to get made
Even when I'm the only person in the cafe
And my tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice

You probably thinking why would I even bother reading there on a daily basis
There's heaps of other places
But I'll change to another place if their bacon is rubber
And the taste of the cup makes me pull faces all splutter
It's the waitress I love her

The way she clears plates with a clutter
Makes my heart race race with a flutter
I know it's crazy to love a lady that basically just a stranger with an apron down her front
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 coffees rubbish and the bacon 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 cafe
And the tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice

She says hi to me bye to me that'll be 5.95 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 that in my quiet time I like to be alone and write a poem
With my heaphones, newspaper, bacon, fried or poached eggs, 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
Na, I don't think it would work I wouldn't want to risk what we have
And have to tip cause of that
Besides this relationship is built on breakfast
I'm waitng on her just to wait on me

And there's a place I go or breakfast every afternoon
The coffees rubbish and the bacons 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 cafe
An my tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice

And it don't matter that the bacon I eat is cold
And it okay that their newspapers are weeks old
No I don't mind, no it's fine 'cause she is all that I'm there for

And it don't matter that the bacon I eats cold
And it's okay their newspapers are weeks old
No 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 coffees rubbish and the bacons 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 cafe
And the tables always wobbly
But I hardly notice