The Waitress

She works long nights

Waiting on tables

Trying to get by

She remembers the night

That she fell into love deep

She told him all the secrets

That she keeps

From long 

Long 

Long

Ago

His work 

Drags by

But he can still remember 

That look in her eye

He’s trying to build a life

And he’s doing alright

But it’s hard to fix

The things that he can’t see

So he tells 

Her

Let’s flee

My girl 

Near the sea

Or in the streets

She’s a lovely bride 

To be

My girl

In the mountains

Near the sky

He asks “Would you be my wife?”

I’m going to love you 

My whole life

 

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