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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.