Kim the Waitress

Pursed lips and tender hips Turning, in my head Writing poems in a corner booth That I'd die, if she read Seeing her in but a silver cross Lying on her bed No one can save us From Kim The Waitress No one can save us From Kim The Waitress Nobody can save us From Kim The Waitress Always turns me on Sometimes she comes with coffee Leaning over, pouring I'd like to gently pull her to me Kiss her, with no warning Seeing her some sunny Sunday morning No one can save us From Kim The Waitress No one can save us From Kim The Waitress Nobody can save us From Kim The Waitress Always turns me on She doesn't come around anymore And that bothers me And that bothers me Yeah, it bothers me Though I don't stand a ghost of a chance with her She's pretty (and that bothers me) So pretty (and that bothers me) And it bothers me No one can save us From Kim The Waitress No one can save us From Kim The Waitress Nobody can save us From Kim The Waitress Always turns me down No one can save us No one can save us Nobody can save us