I'm waiting for a service, waiting in vain.

She's waiting on another man, no one drank again.

She flashed me the menu, working smell on her lips.

Led me just enough. i shouldn't have tipped.

I say 'well', the food there was crap.



The other one there, i didn't give two glances.

She's in love with my soul - she think's i'm attractive.

She forraged a smile, i saw the floor.

She tried again, i examined the ashtray.

I say 'well'.

But i still make the mistake of eating where the food is crap.