Waitress lyrics

by

Cloud Cult


Entranced by the waitress's skin
I imagine we'd have a small wedding -
Let's do it next Sunday!

We'll move to Canada
Start a family -
Have a cow and a chicken
I'll write you poetry

I'll find you on a Saturday morning
Making love to the farmer next door...

Guess I'd rather be lonely

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