Gourmet

Gourmet - Arab Strap
I'm waiting for a service,
waiting in vain.
She's waiting on another man,
no one drank again.
She flashed me the menu,
working smell on her lips.
Led me just enough.
I shouldn't have tipped.
I say 'well', the food
there was crap.
The other one there,
I didn't give two glances.
She's in love with my soul
she think's I'm attractive.
She forraged a smile,
I saw the floor.
She tried again,
I examined the ashtray.
I say 'well'.
But I still make the mistake
of eating where the food is crap.