The fragrance of spent ash trays emanates & the butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now hey flow no need for a menu I know what’s coming to me & these scrambled eggs are runny just like my fucking nose where’s my free refill bottomless cup salvation for my life is a vinyl booth.
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Satan Would Sit In The Smoking Section But He Doesn't Like The Creepy Waiter song meanings
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