Kim The Waitress - Material Issue

Pursed lips and tender hips

Turning, in my head

Writing poems in a corner booth

That I’d die, if she read

Seeing her in but a silver cross

Lying on her bed

No one can save us

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No one can save us

From Kim The Waitress

Nobody can save us

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Always turns me on

Sometimes she comes with coffee

Leaning over, pouring

I’d like to gently pull her to me

Kiss her, with no warning

Seeing her some sunny Sunday morning

No one can save us

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No one can save us

From Kim The Waitress

Nobody can save us

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Always turns me on

She doesn’t come around anymore

And that bothers me

And that bothers me

Yeah, it bothers me

Though I don’t stand a ghost of a chance with her

She’s pretty (and that bothers me)

So pretty (and that bothers me)

And it bothers me

No one can save us

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No one can save us

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Nobody can save us

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Always turns me down

No one can save us

No one can save us

Nobody can save us