Windshield

Bussing tables, trying not to bat an eye When I saw the broke bartop scene On her shirt in size 14 Fortnite font Read "I'm his queen" I found the man with the "I'm her king" shirt At the urinal, beer in left hand I told him, "Get your girl, she's slumped in a puddle" And he told me that I've got the wrong man You can't break me Run it up I can't afford to replace my windshield You want a man who knows how to use his hands And admittedly, that's not me We can play ATM roulette And use the funds to buy bootleg jeans Shake the NyQuil nihilist smile Hit the road, lend a car from a friend Send a file to the old folks' home So our senile smiles make it in You can't break me Run it up I can't afford to replace my windshield You can't break me Run it up I can't afford to replace my windshield