Waverly

There's a restaurant in the East Village
Where all the waiters are celebrities
My first love waited hours in the back
Making brazen advances towards Waverly

There's lore of a movie star leaving
His number for them on an old receipt
All I know is that they didn't call him
What a mystery, Waverly

Hey, I live across the street and
I wanted to know, would you be my friend?
Won't call again

I'm a patron dressed up like a person
I'm a creature instead of me
Dark at night and sunlight in the morning
Decide that I'll try aging gracefully

Here are all of my friends and my parents
This is my birthday party
You can push all the tables together
But you can't pull one over on Waverly

Hey, I live across the street and
I wanted to know, would you be my friend?
Don't call again