THE WAITRESS NAMED ROSE

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© Charlee Ray Price 2004

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When I have nothing to say
With the tears you turn me away
Can I continue for one more night
As you exhale with the bittery bite
You serve your coffee with a tortured grin
Then I go home to revel in my sin

CHORUS:
Is it too selfish for me to help you out
I like to see that smile on your face while I live without
It makes me happy giving to another
But I fear of my generosity I may smother

You gave me service with a smile
Just to make it all seem worthwhile
I try to make good conversation
But I just sigh with hesitation
And I’m afraid to let you in
It seems we’re dead before we begin

REPEAT CHORUS

The waitress named Rose
The waitress named Rose

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