It was raining hard
It made me quite nervous
I almost dropped a tray
So much for good service

I adjust my dirty apron
And pull down my skirt
My station is almost empty
Nowhere near off work

I forget what the day is
I forget my name
As table 43
Yells for more cake

I take a few orders
I feel life is a waste
I let down my hair
I falls in my face

I walk out without saying
If I even quit
Table 38 needs a refill
I don't give a sh*t

Taking off my apron
As I walk to my car
The rain is strong
I am going stronger

I can't see out my windsheild
I'm through with this beat-up truck
I'm through with it all
Besides, the tips sucked

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