Fine white tablecloths and knives Unblemished and untouched An errant paper cup Sitting on the countertop
Hey, put that away Polish this glass, take another Five more, another What am I paying you for?
They arrive, choosing everything in sight Congregate like flies They're conversant with the wines Repeat their tired lines
Oh, nothing inspires quite like a good meal It's so appealing, so appealing So appealing, so appealing So appealing, so appealing So appealing...
Dim the lights The lights The life has gone out from their eyes But they still have their appetites
Hey, don't take that away Fill me up with another Five, ten, anotherTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
