Pressed lips and slender hips turning in my head
Writing poems in the corner booth that I'd die if she read
Seeing her in but a silver cross lying on her bed

No one can save us, but Kim the waitress...
No one can save us, but Kim the waitress...
Nobody can save us, but Kim the waitress always turns me on

Sometimes she comes with coffee reaching over pouring
I'd like to gently pull her to me and kiss her with no warning
Or see her on some sunny summer Sunday morning

No one can save us, but Kim the waitress...
No one can save us, but Kim the waitress...
Nobody can save us, but Kim the waitress always turns me on

But she never come around anymore
And that bothers me (I'm unhappy)
It bothers me (I'm unhappy)
It bothers me (I'm unhappy)
Though I don't stand a ghost of a chance with her
She's pretty (and it bothers me)
So pretty (and it bothers me)
So pretty (and it bothers me)
And it bothers me (I'm unhappy)

'Cause no one can save us, but Kim the waitress...
No one can save us, but Kim the waitress...
Nobody can save us, but Kim the waitress...
Always...
Turns me...
On

No one can save us


Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher

Kim the Waitress song meanings
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