I'm waiting for a service, waiting in vain.
She's waiting on another man, I've no drink again.
She flashed me the menu, working smile on her lips.
Led me just enough. I shouldn't have tipped.
I soon learned the food there was crap.
The other one there, I didn't give two glances.
She's in love with my soul, she thinks I'm attractive.
She forged a smile, I saw the floor.
She tried again, I examined the ashtray.
I soon learned,
But I still make the mistake of eating where the food is crap.

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Writer(s): Aidan Moffat, Malcolm Middleton