I Work In A Saloon

I Work In A Saloon - Arab Strap
I work in a saloon
Pulling shit pints
for shit wages,
it's a busy night tonight
And the bar is full of
all the girls I've ever shagged
Or tampered with, or kissed,
or even just fancied
A pub full of conquests,
knock backs
Between the laughter
I can here my name
And then,
through the gap
between the swing
doors and floor
I see your feet,
you push open the doors
and walk in
And as always all heads turn
And the room becomes silent
Except for the sound or your
DM's scuffing on the floor
You stroll through
the jealous gaze straight
to the bar
Smile, and ask for
some exotic cocktail
But I don't know
how to make it
So you just shrug, smile again
Turnaround and leave
And I pull another pint