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Wall St. Waitress
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Indie Pop
Wall St. Waitress was released on January 14, 2026 by Head Bitch Music as a part of the album Wall St. Waitress - Single
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Release DateJanuary 14, 2026
LabelHead Bitch Music
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM123

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Catey Shaw
Catey Shaw
Performer
Catherine Elizabeth Shaw
Catherine Elizabeth Shaw
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Catherine Elizabeth Shaw
Catherine Elizabeth Shaw
Composer
Jason Brett Levine
Jason Brett Levine
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay Levine
Jay Levine
Producer
Tyson Kuteyi
Tyson Kuteyi
Mixing Engineer
The Hit Lab
The Hit Lab
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(Come on over)
Dicks, dicks everywhere.
I pretend that I don't care
When I get home, slam the door
Imbruglia: I’m on the floor
Why are men so fucking rude?
All I do is bring them food
Wall Street fuckers, all the same
“Sweetheart, sweetheart,”
That’s my name
“You’d be pretty if you smile.”
Feet have walked 10,000 miles
Slimy paws on lower backs
Finance bros and startup hacks
Dicks, dickes everywhere
I pretend that I don’t care
When I get home, slam the door
Imbruglia: I’m on the floor
At Dorsia
Address the table from left to right
Dress in black and white
This clientele
Expects nothing but the very best
There’s no bad request
Pull my hair back high and tight
One more wasted Friday night
So much for my dreams
I thought I’d be further now,
But I’m still struggling
And the clock keeps ticking
(How does it feel?)
I wanna get away
(How do you keep on going?)
I take it day by day
(How do you deal?)
I put my pride away
I just keep on waiting
Dicks, dicks everywhere.
I pretend that I don't care
When I get home, slam the door
Imbruglia: I’m on the floor
Why are men so fucking rude?
All I do is bring them food
Wall Street fuckers, all the same
“Sweetheart, sweetheart,”
That’s my name
“You’d be pretty if you smile.”
Feet have walked 10,000 miles
Slimy paws on lower backs
Finance bros and startup hacks
Dicks, dickes everywhere
I pretend that I don’t care
When I get home, slam the door
Imbruglia: I’m on the floor
New York City lights,
My paintings hanging in galleries
I really thought it was meant to be
But what you do to survive
Slowly becomes your reality
And it’s drowning me
Flash that smile
Push up my bra
Think that I just sprained my jaw
Viva la misogyny
I thought I’d be further now,
But I'm still hustling
So they keep on tipping
(How does it feel?)
I wanna get away
(How do you keep on going?)
I take it day by day
(How do you deal?)
I put my pride away
I just keep on waiting
Dicks, dicks everywhere.
I pretend that I don't care
When I get home, slam the door
Imbruglia: I’m on the floor
Why are men so fucking rude?
All I do is bring them food
Wall Street fuckers, all the same
“Sweetheart, sweetheart,”
That’s my name
“You’d be pretty if you smile”.
Feet have walked 10,000 miles
Slimy paws on lower backs
Finance bros and startup hacks
Dicks, dickes everywhere
I pretend that I don’t care
When I get home, slam the door
Imbruglia: I’m on the floor
Written by: Catherine Elizabeth Shaw, Jason Brett Levine
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