Speechwriters Llc - Spaghetti Streetwalker lyrics

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Things here aren't so good

You'd leave if you could

You can't seem to find

One guy worth your time

The message on the telephone is some old flame

Back in town again and looking up your name

You meet him at the coffeeshop but he's the same

And you don't want to be the ball in his old game

You leave him with the tab, grab a cab and now you're rolling back the way you came

You don't have to sell your soul

You don't have to lose control

You don't have to do the things they want you to

You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you

Job where you can't think

Driving you to drink

Shift goes on too long

Boss thinks he's Don Juan

And everybody here has got a tale to tell

The kind of tale that people tend to know to well

You're running all around and yet you're bored as hell

Moving on before you get a chance to jell

You're living in a pumpkin shell and it's keeping you unwell

You don't have to sell your soul

You don't have to lose control

You don't have to do the things they want you to

You don't have to wait their tables, let the tables wait for you