She made a smiley face in the chocolate on my cappuccino,
Said she hated this place big time, was chasing a job at the new casino
This paunchy guy, like a walrus in a body warmer
Said, "Get your sweet arse over here, girl, there's a hungry man is ready to order"
She pops the bubble of gum she blew
I really want her and she knows it too
As she's counting change from a ten dollar note
I'm watching the love bites on her throat
I invite her back to my place
I've got some cocaine wraps in my guitar case,
And she crossed herself like her soul was at stake,
She said, "Why don't I meet you out front? We close round eight."

She said she wanted to skate, I watched her zigzag across the ice rink
She did a figure-of-eight, I stood up to applaud and I knocked over my drink
She said, "See Orion up there? Well, that's where I'm headed someday.
As the spacemen kick off their shoes across the cosmos
They're gonna need a waitress, won't they?"
And in the shadows of a breaker's yard
Against a totem pole of burned-out cars
We stopped to shelter from the rain
She flipped her lighter open, it played Virginia Plain
Back in my room she makes us Singapore slings
Naked but for her double-headed eagle ring
And there's cops sticking up yellow crime-scene tape down the hall
As we slow danced under the Nosferatu poster on my wall

Lyrics submitted by BleedorBreathe

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