save a seat

One, two One, two, fuck you Saw you having dinner With some douchebag in a suit and tie You were taking pictures Of a meal that only he could buy Hey, mister, mister No offense but I used to call her mine Next time you're with her Could you save a seat for me? Could you save a seat for me? Ran out of money Now you sleep with men who pay your bills And I find it funny But that's also one hell of a skill When the road gets bumpy You run away just for the thrill If you leave the country Could you save a seat for me? Could you save a seat for me? You dress like the '90s But he wants you wearing something else You speak politely Every time he speaks, he has to yell He'll buy a ring that's shiny Married in a dress that's long as hell And you won't invite me But could you save a seat for me? (Oh, yeah) Could you save a seat for me? (Hmm) Could you save a seat for me? (Oh-oh) Could you save a seat for me? (Hmm) Could you save a seat for me?