Gourmet - Arab Strap

Im waiting for a service, waiting in vain.

Shes waiting on another man, no one drank again.

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

Led me just enough.

I shouldnt have tipped.

I say well, the food there was crap.

The other one there, I didnt give two glances.

Shes in love with my soul — she thinks Im 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.