Ruby’s waiting tables, waiting for her time,
She’s got a full house and I’m flush out,
She lays out the menu and says what’ll it be,
The usual I say, if you’ve got room for me.

As you like it, but might you want a change?
Remember you’ll pay for who you’ve been,
Shall I put the broken record order through,
Charge you to like it as much as please you?

Ruby, you know I know the candlelight is fire,
The kitchen’s chaos cooling through the night,
You’re just blowing that smoke in my face,
Give me what I need to get me outta this place.

Where will you go dear, where will you run?
Home, sweet home… until my new day is done.
Maybe then I will sleep, and let myself dream,
Of pancakes topped with jam and whipped cream.

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