Entranced by the waitress' skin,
I imagine we'd have a small wedding
Let's do it next Sunday..

We'll move to Canada,
Have a family, a cow and a chicken.
I'll write you poetry.

I'll find you on a Saturday morning,
Making love to the farmer next door.
Guess I'd rather be lonely.


Lyrics submitted by keasr

Waitress song meanings
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