Satan Would Sit In The Smoking Section But He Doesn't Like The Creepy Waiter Songtext
The fragrance of spent ash trays emanates & the butch waitress is the only woman in my life right now hey flow no need for a menu I know what's coming to me & these scrambled eggs are runny just like my fucking nose where's my free refill bottomless cup salvation for my life is a vinyl booth.
Satan Would Sit In The Smoking Section But He Doesn't Like The Creepy Waiter Video
