歌词
Waitress sets the tables
Two and four and six
Layin' placemats
Knife, fork, spoon upon napkin
All the counter people
She knows us all by name
Account of people fishin'
Everywhere we are the same
Oh,and once everything starts to shift
Tip the weight that makes this whole thing give
Oh but I don't know where to put my hands
And the thought of silence makes me sick
Hey, I think it might be getting to me
Hey, hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
Hey, hey, hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
All of the pretty people around here
The woman wear their jewels and their long dangling earrings
And men with one hand on the small of their back
The other casually with his thumb at the belt loop of his waistband
I saw you line them up
As soon as send another one gone
Strike a gaze with your name on the light
Line them up as soon as send another one gone
Strike a gaze with your name on the light only to say
Hey, I think it might be getting to me
Hey, hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
Hey, hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
Hey, hey, hey, I think it might be finally getting to me
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