The waitress with the orange hair keeps motionin` me to hurry up and leave I gulp my coffee - burn my mouth - grab up my coat and slippin` out I smear a streak of mustard down my sleeve And the guy behind the register takes my bread and shakes his head And looks at me as if I`ve blown his mind Hey, I just come here for some coffee…hope I`m not waistin` anybody`s time. And Judy I`m slowly movin` back to you And I wish that I could say I`ll treat you better than I used to It`s just I`m learnin` lots of things I never knew back then Judy I`m slowly movin` back again That blue eyed barracuda smiles and tells me she could she could use some brand new clothes She grabs my leg with a wink, asks if I want another drink She`s not the campfire girl you might suppose But she`s so busy tellin` me her troubles I don`t think she`s got time For any kind of trouble small as mine Hey, I just come here for nothin`… hope I`m not waistin` anybody`s time I stop here on the corner, but that red faced cop says move along your way My toes are cold, my nose is numb, I got no feeling in my thumb I think I just might stop inside that church and maybe pray But they pass the plate and look at me when it turns out that I ain`t got a dime Hey, I just come in here to talk to GOD… hope I`m not waistin` anybody`s timeSourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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