Gourmet

I'm waiting for a service, waiting in vain

She's waiting on another man, no one drank again

She flashed me the menu, working smell on her lips

Led me just enough, I shouldn't have tipped

I say, 'Well,' the food there was crap

The other one there, I didn't give two glances

She's in love with my soul - she thinks I'm attractive

She foraged a smile, I saw the floor

She tried again, I examined the ashtray

I say, 'Well.'

But I still make the mistake of eating where the food is crap