Going off the rails on a crazy train . . .

[avingail]

She's the goddess behind the counter
I can't imagine ever being without her
She knows exactly what I like
Yeah breakfast with her gets my day off right
She makes my eggs taste better
Cause she serves them to me in that little pink sweater
With the name tag shining so bright
She pours me coffee like she's dancing on a Saturday night

We talk about our little worlds
She's sweeter than the icing on a cinnamon swirl
We both crave bagels and cream cheese
But she's never ever gonna go out with me
Cause she's making out with the hostess
Life's never seemed so bloody hopeless
I'm in love with a gay waitress
I'm in love with a gay waitress
I'm in love with a gay waitress
But she's always mine at breakfast time!

She tells me all the latest news
Like who's doing what and who's doing who
She walks by me and she smiles
And I swear that it sheds tears for hundreds of miles

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