Текст: Jane Siberry. The Waitress.

Waitress
Waitress
Waitress

I have to clear your table
So I wipe it, it's right to keep it clean
So I clean, yes, I clean
Do you clean? Yes, I clean it

I have to empty ash trays
I empty them, it's right to keep them clean
So I clean, yes, I clean
I'm the queen of the clean

And I'd probably be famous now
If I wasn't such a good waitress
Waitress, waitress, waitress, waitress, waitress

I am a drag at parties 'cuz it upsets me
To see so many empties
And I have to pick them up
Or I have to go home, home

But sometimes I have nightmares
And the ashtrays are filling up
And I can't find my section
And the bottles are flying through the air
Like crazy autumn leaves

And I can't find my section
I lost my section, I lost my section
I can't find it, somebody help me, please
I am in quicksand, I am in mud to my knees, help me

I have to clear your table
Excuse me, it's right to keep it clean
So I clean, yes, I clean
Do you clean? Yes, I clean it

I have to know the regulars
Well, I don't have to
But I like to know their names
And I know them even better, when they're nice to me, me

And I'd probably be famous now
If I wasn't such a good waitress
Waitress
Waitress
Waitress
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